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Bleeding.


We keep pretending,

and we keep re-draining.

We say no,

and then stuck in a hole.


It happens,

it's sharpened.

It hits you like a cleaning,

and then you're bleeding.


Maybe we keep doing,

so we keep cloning.

We are victims,

to a her or hims.


It comes swarming fast,

and it will never past.

It hits more like a stabbing,

and now you're really bleeding.


~ Hailey Rae

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