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Windowsill

Blood pools outside you window... The deepest cut still wasn't enough... Rain washes away the dead and dying parts... Am I whole yet? -Incomplete still, Finding myself in your eyes Left to fend for a myself. Alone another day. Someone take me away... Far running... Leaving behind what might have been... Will I find peace here? Freedom?  Release? It still feels like being bound in chains... No release... -Falling in the dark. This is not peace. Can you see me? Can you feel? My blood is still falling on your windowsill.
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