Blood of Blood
Family, the ones you were taught to give endlessly to.
Giving and giving, everything of yourself not even seeing you were bleeding out.
Too absorbed in caring for other people who should have been caring for you.
Slowly fading, looking for your wound to temporarily stop the critical bleeding.
Too much lost, no longer able to use the quick fix anymore.
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