Bleed

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The cold knife reached my skin ,
Like a old friend we embraced ,
I knew the outcome wouldn't be good ,
But I was forced by angry thoughts to give in ,
The blood appeared in little drops ,
My soul was filled with happiness ,
I bleed,  & I bleed. . .

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