Slow, thick and red
You let it flow so generously
onto the white tiles
Just watch
Look up at the clock
Don't look down
Not yet
The mess can wait...
Just a little more time
For yourself...
That's enough now
Comfort
Just to feel something
For anything
To know you are here
To feel that you thrive, live, breathe
You belong somewhere
You belong to someone
You belong somehow
You exist
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STUPID s**t
THE TITLE IS BLUNT ENOUGH TO BE A DESCRIPTION, c**t.
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