One Cut...
One cut one swell of blood running down my leg do I feel better now that it's done?
This always happens when I become undone.
This will have to be stopped it shouldn't be done!
I feel my friend's rage.
I feel my friend's hurt I can not sage.
One cut one pain traded for another.
No I've hurt a friend instead of me but another.
No I don't feel better I feel worse.
Its almost as bad as being kicked by a horse.
So no its worth nothing even trading the pain.
Not even for one cut one line of blood carmas a bitch and will make the pain so much worse.
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