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something stirred when my thoughts are of you,
as much as i wait here not knowing what to do,
life holds no promise to my wants and needs,
the depths of blackness in the old stains of bleeds,
rising from this place of dry crushed blood bits,
forming together from the air surrounding he sits,
another one who looks and smells just like me,
opening his eyes to show his soul is free,
taking the knife that previously would end it all,
stabbing it in deep to me but not killing to let me fall,
he understands me yet cannot express the words to say,
taking over my appearance and mind to continue on his way.