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The sound
written by Bloodfilledcinnabuns05:14 AM 2/11/05Drip... drip... drip
Crimson stains the concrete floor
Drip... drip.. drip
The sound it drives me insane
Drip... drip... drip...
Resting back against my chair
Drip... drip... drip
I feel as if I'm not even there
Drip... drip... drip
As I rest back in my chair
Thinking insanely now
Drip... drip... drip...
AS a wave of terror seizes me
Drip... drip... drip...
As I rest back in my chair... |
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