blister

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i told you that you are my blood

you run in my veins mixed with caffeine and the physical ecstasy i need to feel because of all the water i've been inhaling

i told you that you are my blood

because i didnt want you out of my skin and realeasing you with the chemicals out of me would be the last thing i would do because making me feel satisfaction and stinging pain is not allowed

i told you that you are my blood

you are sufficient enough for me to make joint squeak and my brain to make all the murmurs ring in my ears

i told you that you are my blood

and every night you'd form beads on my forehead and drip endlessly on moldy paper just so i can last the night without me groping my own neck trying to get my soul out of me

i told you that you are my blood

and i noticed, i've become pale 

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