My secret little river of red.
Man made,
By my wrist and a blade.
A river of hurts.
Soon to be,
And ocean of pains.
I drop to my knees.
Only to see,
my little river,
Getting a little bigger.
A nice warm flow,
A deep red too.
So soothing,
so grand
But I wont stop.
I refuse.
I wont let my river,
die like me.
Ill visit it everyday,
Let it be all it can be.
And ill gladly watch it grow,
That geogrous, smooth flow.
My sweet river of red.

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