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Monday, January 11, 2010
Blood Clot
Do you even care about the blood that runs through my veins to and through my heart? If you do, surely you'll help me heal this cuts I've made on my wrist. The cuts are fresh and so is your hurt. Together with trust we'll wait this out, for the blood to clot. Well, I'll live if I'm lucky enough. The cool wind hits my face, I'm laying on the floor, the wind covers me with leaves, the ice makes me shiver, the blood is making a painting on the ice. I'm wondering if you care enough to search me out and seek me. After so many days I've spent with the door shut laying on my bed crying, I've built the strength to grab the knife. I've made the courage to cut right through the middle let me drown in the river now, now , now. Just watch me fall flow down down and to my death. I'm nothing but water and I've reached the sea. So many souls await for me there only to come back to come back into the earth. Coma and all it's here my blood is gone and won't clot. Hold my hand my cold dying hand. Hold it until the end. The happiness you've given me I'll cherish it wherever I go. You were the only one that ever made me feel so strong so much passion. But, more than all you were the only one that made me feel true happiness. I cried out all my blood for you. You've heard me before, my final breath here now goes. Breathes out.
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