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Oct 30
It all bled and bled and bled.

The hurt. The abandonment. The truth. The metaphors.Β 

It all bled.

It all bled so vicious and dark,
That I started wondering if my bitterness
started staining the crimson of my blood.
And painted it a stark black,
As I picked apart all that I lack.

And I bled and bled and bled like
The never-ending tortureΒ 
Of birth and death.
TorturedPoet
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TorturedPoet  16/Cisgender Female
(16/Cisgender Female)   
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   Nick Moore
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