My scars are all so very small
yet each one seeps and bleed
A hundred tiny little cuts
but they do the dreadful deed
Out of each little tiny cut
drips some small part of me
my life it slowly slips away
an essence meant to be
Too many cuts spill out the blood
too many to stem the flow
Too many to be bandaged up
too many for this I know
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See you've been busy
In some strange way I like this one.
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