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If i were to bleed,

would i bleed the colour of crimson

or would i bleed the colour of coal?

Would my heart turn black?

How about my soul?

Is my body weaking,

the way that it feels?

Will it all deminish soon?

I feel that soon there'll be nothing left of me

All except that once warm breath will be gone

I am so cold, frozen inside

and it seems I can't warm up to anyone

Everyong choose to leave me

when i need them the most....~