Red writes a curse in my name
My scarlet blood screams for freedom
Blades cross my mind but not my wrists
Pain wont kill the hurt that's present.

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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships
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Red writes a curse in my name
My scarlet blood screams for freedom
Blades cross my mind but not my wrists
Pain wont kill the hurt that's present.