crimson?

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Beautiful lines.
Rolling down my wrist.
Rolling down my thighs.
These beautiful crimson lines.

   I tried so hard.
   To ignore the callings.
   But in the end.
   I failed.

Beautiful spots.
Burning on my arms.
Burning on my legs.
These beautiful hot spots.

   I wanted so hard.
   To not worry them.
   But in the end.
   I failed.

Beautiful ending.
Calling for me to come.
Calling for me to give in.
This beautiful easy ending.

   I know I want it.
   To just leave.
   But in the end.
   I will fail.

Because I always fail.
No matter what I do.
I. Always. Fail.

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