bloody words
I like the taste of my own blood
I smile as it coats the roof of my mouth
bit my tongue
my words are rung
why do I always say the wrong thing?
through my veins
anxiety reins
I must appear tame
for people cannot know the truth
if I speak I will come off lame
I only have myself to blame
so I bite my tongue
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