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The blood seeps through

The open wound,

And paints the

Floor.

The tears wet the face,

Rushing all over the place.

And fuels the anger.

You throw away your

Life.

For love, shame, money,

Fame.

Greed, wrath, they do not mix.

It just makes

Everything.

Worse.

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