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Now, Just Wait...

Make the slit,
Wait for more.
Now in drops in
Red, all over the floor.

The pain is masked,
Like a child on Halloween.
Oh, you didn't know?
You never asked.

Sitting in a room,
Waiting on a shelf.
Metal can get lonely, too.
I'll fix that myself.

They say im crazy,
And I shouldn't do it.
But do they know how it feels?
Don't bet on it.

One more fix.
Thats all it will take.
Here it comes,
And now I need a fix.

But this time it hit harder.
Do you know what youve done?
Well.
Now its over.

Make the slit,
Wait for more.
Now in drops in
Red, all over the floor.





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