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Drip, Drip, Drip
The blade goes in
The skin tares open
The blood slowly comes
Drip, drip drip
To the floor the blood goes
The blade cuts deeper
As the skin tares more
Drip, drip, drip
Pain screams out
As the blade goes faster
It won't stop 'till it reaches the end
Drip, drip, drip
Nothing can be heard
But the drop of the blade
The lifeless body lays on the floor.
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