I watch the red rivulets of blood stream down my arm.The way it looks and flows it has some appealing charm.I think I'll cut open another vein.I'm too fargone to feel it now and I wonder why I don't feel shame.Maybe it's b/c I'm numb from physical abuse or maybe I'm just numb from too many hurts I've endured.Everyone hates it when it rains, but i
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