in my blood
the tears they run
not faster than the blood
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
There's nothing time can erase
at this pace, I'm nothing to this human race
This poem is about:
Me
Guide that inspired this poem:
the tears they run
not faster than the blood
these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
There's nothing time can erase
at this pace, I'm nothing to this human race
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