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THE BLOOD
IT DRENCHED MY ARM
IT SOOTHED MY LONG PAIN
BECAUSE I AM HATED
BECAUSE HE WILL NEVER LOVE ME
IT WILL BE BETTER WHEN I DIE
I WON'T CRY IF HE SAYS NO
I WON'T WAIT FOREVER FOR HIM
TO MAKE UP HIS DAMN MIND
ILL BE BETTER OFF DEAD
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