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Bleeding
My heart bleeds
from the wounds
opened by mistake
and negligence.
Other's past pulls me
by the coat, reminding
it still exists, nothing
can erase it, from being.
I am turning back again,
forgetting to watch my
steps ahead and the road
that is yet to come for me.
There are only traces of
blood, feeding the past
and making it stronger,
coming out of my heart.
I already forgot whether
I look for help or faster
way to end it all at once.
from the wounds
opened by mistake
and negligence.
Other's past pulls me
by the coat, reminding
it still exists, nothing
can erase it, from being.
I am turning back again,
forgetting to watch my
steps ahead and the road
that is yet to come for me.
There are only traces of
blood, feeding the past
and making it stronger,
coming out of my heart.
I already forgot whether
I look for help or faster
way to end it all at once.
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