Slit Vien
With my slit vein I write my name. That dark blue vein once in my wrist dripping out the blood it held. Seeing it now makes me wonder how. How was it possible. I see it dangle from my arm I pull it tight making it hangout more. The intreging little bit of life, I hold my own all through the night. With my slit vein I write your name for you are the one who hurt me.
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