The blood the blood,
Running down my arms,
Sliding over wrists,
Soaking into hands,
This is all my fualt.
The tears the tears,
Streaming form my eyes,
Down across my cheeks,
Falling from my chin,
How could it be my fault?
The Pain the pain,
Stabbing in my heart,
Shooting through my veins,
Peircing in my soul,
I know its all his fault!
The Boy the boy,
Slowly turns away,
Striding faster every second,
Clueless of whats his fault.
 
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