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Gallery of Pain: Tainted Blood by Jill

By Jill
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You do it so well,
rattle my brain.
You love me, hate me, want me
..and I just don't know.
I want to pick up that knife
..show you my tainted blood
....tainted by your confusion.
Every boy I'm with, I could never love
..for I am in love with you.
You taught me about blades and knives,
..blood and scabs,
....scars and hiding them.
Just like lather,
................rinse,
........................repeat,
..it never ends, it goes on and on.
Now you want me again.
..confusion leads to
...headaches, lead to
.....pain, leads to
.......tainted blood, leads to
.........another scar or two.
I haven't made a mark in months.
..I haven't seen you in months.
I'm tainted by your confusion.
..not enough pills for the headaches.
I will show you my tainted blood.
..but you wont see it.
....you will see my blood.
......but you wont see why.
And so my tainted blood drips
................drips
........................drips

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