As I bleed out, I stare at my blood.
So I guess that makes me human?
I reflect more about my past and how they changed me to what I am today.
All my past friends.
All my current friends.
The breakups.
The rejections.
The hugs and kisses.
I see all this oozing down to the drain.
How beautiful is the color dripping from my nostrils.
The dark crimson.
The more I stare, the more I think.
I start thinking...
Eh why do I even care?
Why this?
Why that?
I stick a piece of tissue up my nose to dam the streams.
Eventually blood oozes down my throat, I starting hacking out the blood.
Damn, now I got two bloody T-shirts.
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