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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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