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The girl who bled. Vol. 1

I stare back into my old room,
its been so long,
my time has come,
for i am number one.

There were ninety nine
children housing here
I'm number one.
nice to meet you!

Once our life clock chimed ten,
we are taken one by one,
into the clean hallway,
everyday someone new.

We all have the same birthday,
were all brothers and sisters,
though we never met,
we were told of each other.

Everyday one of us
is taken down
to the room where
the flowers run red.

The footsteps fade,
up and down this clean hallway,
bringing one a day,
its taking so long.

I can,t wait!
I'm so excited to go!
the brand on my side
burns the number one.

Why am i number one?
Why do i have to wait so long?
that's fine i guess,
as long as they take me.

Five, four, three,
almost time,
two, its so close,
one.
Written by bloody_ashe (Ashe)
Published | Edited 12th Aug 2012
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