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raining blood

Rain,Rain go away.
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throaght, cut out my heart, leave me here, tear it apart. Poison tears stream down my face. I don't ant my life anymore!
I love you but i hate my life.
Love is what cuts like a knife, love is death... Its pain stains like a black tattoo. Those memories come back to me and they bind me in the ropes of pain...
Crimson blood streams down my arm... now just a memory that's faded and dull.



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