Another cut on my arm and I would see my veins.
The blood is streaming out of it,
on the bathroom floor,
into the little blood mole.
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blood
Another cut on my arm and I would see my veins.
The blood is streaming out of it,
on the bathroom floor,
into the little blood mole.
