i remember some one said in my lower classes that red + blue = purple.. so dont know what made me write this sort of poem in strikes of mid-night that was so unrealistic..! Now that i feel to b betrayed and being left out at the other corner of the world the liquid that flows in my nerves doesnt seem just to be blood.. it also intoxicates me as the time passes by and hence when i tried to know.. i had no other way than to cut my nerves and actually look for whats flowing inside.. n to my relief.. it wasn't blood.. it was something more flashy n more voracious.. like poison mixed with my hemoglobin... making that look like PURPLE... now i feel senseless.. and more exposed to bitter truths n facts.. i believe that i m still myself. i m still ŦĦĔ ĒжряēśŝĬőиĨşŦ.
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***** PURPLE FLUID *****
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I don’t want you to look at me
I am bleeding at every point
Trying to recover all those stabs
Pain overshadowing my mind.
They say, venom is blue
And blood that flows reflects red
In my nerves, I feel the run
Your breaths everywhere spread.
I am grown, I am fine
The steps of love were stupid
I cut down my nerves to see what’s inside
I smile, I see Purple Fluid.