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Scratching across the paper
My head bleeding into the emptiness
Black and red
Yellow oozing
I can feel all that I’m losing
Tiny bits of myself
Day by day
They fade away
Until I’ve run dry
And there is no more ink
To think
Why?
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Sad and beautiful.