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Motivation
You draw from my pain is to cut like a knife
It hurts, but I need blood for the sacrifice
From my wrist to the back of my elbow
Out of my arm and into the bowl
Sensing the pain, knowing I'm alive
I cringe as it burns like aroma from a chive
Too big of a cut and out comes the red
It drips and it drops until I am dead
It hurts, but I need blood for the sacrifice
From my wrist to the back of my elbow
Out of my arm and into the bowl
Sensing the pain, knowing I'm alive
I cringe as it burns like aroma from a chive
Too big of a cut and out comes the red
It drips and it drops until I am dead
Published 6th Jan 2017
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