Dry
I've turned the pages
Oh, so slowly
My fingertips were papercut
The blood shed, saturated into the chapters
But, my wounds have healed
The cuts closed more everyday
The fear went away
The blood now so dry, just a stain in my book
I'll never look back with regret
For everything happens as it is supposed to
So i'll smile everyday
And keep turning the pages..
:)
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