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Dec 2013
there's something dripping on this paper. but this time it isn't tears.

There's something dripping on this paper, and it's proof that I'm still here.

there's something dripping on this paper, it's stained the colour red.

there's something dripping on this paper, and there's much more to be shed.

there's something dripping on this paper, and I can't seem to make it stop.  

there's something dripping on this paper, and I should probably call the cops.

there's something dropping on this paper, and it's not going to recede.

there's something dripping on this paper, and this is my final letter goodbye.

I love you so much darling, but it's my time to die.
McKenna Carrig
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McKenna Carrig  United States
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