its bleeding..but not a lot and it kinda burns..but not a lot
it hurts likes the rest you know..or maybe you don't
that word that is carved into my arm.......well
its how i feel..i want you to hear me now
i dont think you do..nobody does
what does this word mean...or
what does it say..you know?
.......the word is Death
it's a crazy word
the word is
well it's
ME
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