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　　If I stare real hard at my veins　

　　It’s silent under the dim lights　

　　But if I listen more closely-　

　　It sighs　

　　Echoes into the running streams　

　　I often wonder　

　　What is running inside this body?　

　　Is it really this liquid of blood?　

　　That everyone fears.　

　　Everynight when I stayed awake　

　　I hear a wiping ghost　

　　Her voice died out　

　　As I closed my eyes　

　　The fluid that fills me up　

　　Is not as strong, and less red.