Red and strong
Thicker than water
The most valuable liquid
Unlike any other
You see
I don't understand my blood
Where does half of it come from?
It runs through my veins
Leaves me in discomfort
Some people spill blood
As a result of torture
But it doesn't take away the pain
Just leaves a reminder of what they've went through
Blood passes through the heart
Keeps it beating on
Blood, it's complex
Red and strong
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