As you turn the page with your crimson finger tips, leaving traces of red.
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A message typed across my redened flesh that reads forget me not.
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Words carved with razor blades to expose this a ransom note to myself.
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With my head hung low avoiding the sun.
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I bleed. I try. I bleed again.
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Words.. carved...with...razor...blades...to...expose...this...I bleed.
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I try.
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With my head hung low, avoiding the sun.
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Avoid The Sun
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