Blood Stained Prmise.

February 16, 2009
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You don't think they are that bad.
But you don't see what I see.
You don't see the blood on my arms.
You cant see the stains I just can't wash away.
Everything is fine.
On the surface.
A promise I've broken so many times.
I just can't seem to stop, and once they all heal;
I tell myself I've only just begun.
The sad part is...
I do it in fear of loosing you, and yet I can't tell you because of the very same fear.

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