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Misery and Glamour

Crimson Tears

Copyright Misery and Glamour

Crimson tears,
Fall from my wrist,
Who would have thought,
I’d resort to this.

The blood drips down,
I love the sight,
Just a few more cuts,
And I’ll be alright.

Stepping back i admire my work,
My arms and legs all crying,
These crimson tears are the only evidence,
That inside i am dying.

 

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