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	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Untitled \| Smile \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Wish \| Untitled \| Thin Line \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Where do I go? \| Rearranged \| Fiery Grave \| With Every Breath \| What is there? \| Untitled \| Untitled Untitled Crimson red flows from my fingertips. Life slowly eating me alive, death always an option. Happiness comes, but only brings sorrow for me. Feelings I can't control seek their revenge on a weakened soul...a soul bloody from an endless fight.