Since there’s no more blood, its might right to not give a f***. Walk thru a park just to spit on ducks. Tough Luck. I hit rock bottom. I wasn’t before, but now I’m more of a problem? No more blood has helped me blossom. It took away the weight of the pain from the lack of love. Unexpected results came from the lack of blood. Cold hearted. Don’t show your face. There’s no greeting. No embrace. And no smiles. No tears from this crocodile. Its like I never knew you. Chapter 7 Verse 23 of Matthew.There’s no more blood except the stains on my clothes .Drained from brain to my toes. Memories don’t mean a thing. Its cocaine in my nose. Real feelings I oppose. ….
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