Blood

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I see the blade
Wedged between your fingers
Dripping with regret
And the sorrow that lingers

I swear I want to help
But you always seem so distant
That I'll never understand you
Between a few messages sent

I want to show you your worth
That you are more than blood
Which you keep opening with a blazer
Like a broken dam in a flood

It's so sad to see
A generation of weepers
And the ones who can bring change
Seem to all be sleepers

I may not be the eldest
And I'm certainly not the wisest
But please understand I love you
And you yet to see the best...

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