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My own blood


red sticky strings draw a pattern on my skin
portraying madness in chaotic lines
I rage against my own blood
it should be beautiful, but it's not
the bare truth is staring me in the face ~laughing
a flood of thoughts scream inside my head
these are the signs they say

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