Slit slit

It goes

Smoothly across

Deep or not

Red comes

It runs

It drips

That red color

No covering

No cleaning

No stoping

Just dripping

With no help

The pains gone

But theres red

Everywhere

Simply Red

That red color

Leaving the lines

Gone

No pain

No more

Slit slit

It runs...

Slit slit

Red shows....

Slit slit

Nobody knows

Slit slit

Im already gone

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