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~The Color Of My Blood~

By , Canton, OH

I open up the picture frame
Now I only have myself to blame
I grab my blade because its my fate
Even though its something I hate
I dig the blade into my wrists 
Remembering the first time we kissed
My lips were crimson red
I love you, you said
I dig a little deeper opening up a flood
Reveling my lips were the same color of my blood

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