Thighs are coloured,
Full of black and blue.
Fingerprints mark them,
What else can I do?
Eyes are mistaken,
For a human waterfall.
I lower my head now,
But I'm not even tall.
These fingers cramp,
From holding this blade.
I closed my eyes,
Hoping not to be saved.
My legs are scarred,
And my heart is sore.
My world is darker,
I can't see anymore.
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