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The blade kisses my wrists
I bring it down again
I cut so much of my arm
There will forever be scars

I let the blood flow out
Like water from a spout
My own little fountains
I am almost drained

With my disease
it flows quicker than honey
It flows like water on steroids
I slip into the void

I turn pale enough to scare a ghost
And still the blood flows
It is almost done
I am almost gone