monster

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I see the blood

the blood runs

what have i become

the blood runs

it flows free

how i wish it was me

yes it burns

yes it stings

the pain is not from the skin

but from somewhere

deep within

I need the blood to help the pain

and when it stops

I strike again

i am a monster

this i know

for it has been

set in stone

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