Crimson Flowing

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I can't deal with all of this pain
While I sit here drenched in the rain
Tears flowing , down cold pale skin
Raindrops devour the beautiful crimson designs, on my neatly sliced wrists
Will someone please come save me?
Will I be reborn?
Will God accept me, with all of my shame!?

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