It's been happening again,
from that first day i cried,
that day I was weak and opened,
I cried from my eyes,
later on it was my thighs,
cried just the same,
whatever the salty liquid,
or sweet crimson,
still cried from the pain,
the slits helped a little,
just dont bother
being worrysome,
on me... let this pain,
continue to weaken,
this bodily domain,
soon bodily broken
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