Cut [10.30.05]

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By <font color=red>11 Tragedy's</font>

I'm watching as it builds up. I'm watching how it runs. Red, everywhere. I think I'm having fun. It's crawling, seeping down my skin. Think more about the red, then the pain I'm in. I seen it, run down and soon hit the floor. The pain is done, over... But I want some more. Skins peeled off, I can't feel. I pretend it isn't, but it's all so real. Remembering what I did throughout the day. Those words you say. I can't get this problem out of my way. I've done it once again. I think it's gone. But when I look. The blood has just begun to run.

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