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Apr 2018
A stream of blood,
Flows down my arm,
A dull knife blade,
With which I have done harm,
The red river flows,
Down to the Red Sea,
Red covers the floor,
And now surrounds me,
I continue to cut,
β€˜Til it’s all drained out,
So the voices in my head,
Can no longer shout.
Written by
LPpoetry
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