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Blood
As I slice myself again,
Reveling in the slow torture
The sweet pain,
I cry.
Mercilessly I shed my own blood
For what, but to know that I
Control one thing
That is in me:
My blood and my things,
Which both never seem to rest
And never cease to flow.