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The Monthly

So much water
coming from her
eyes so red
bed so wet
curled up in a ball
Dont move her she's set
the pain unbearable
she wished she was not cursed
with this monthly verse
Over and over each month
why count the day it would come
Just let it happen
have fun befor it makes you cripple
Blood in this form is the worst
Written by CherryDEmoKid (IndifferentOutcast)
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