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Oct 5
Everywhere I go I see blood
Dripping down my imprisoning glass walls
Painted red handprints on the doorstep
I see blood dripping from her painful lies
And pouring from his wrists
I see blood

Everywhere I go I see blood
I see red smudges spelling "I know who you are" on the counter top
I see red pools on the ground next to her
I see a crimson trail leading from my school
Coming to my home and to the homes of others
I see blood

Everywhere I go I see blood
I see red drips coming from my shoulder, my arm and my face
I see red lies dripping from my friends mouths
I see crimson decorations lining the walls of my murderer
I see blood
Ayla Grey
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Ayla Grey  17/F/Seattle
(17/F/Seattle)   
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