I have blood on my hands
Not the one from my enemies
Nor the one from my dignity
I have blood on my hands
I'm trying to wash it away
Trying, but it won't go away
I have blood on my hands
I have blood on my hands
I have blood on my hands
And it's spreading anyway-a poem about my own sabotage-
May.
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Sad little girl
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