It was raining.
The water was splashing.
Drops were flying.
Saving my jeans,
I was thinking,
"What I am trying?
To save...
To save..."
I started working.
I worked until I cut my hand,
And the blood was flowing.
It was raining,
I saw the red painted dots,
On the floor,
On my jeans,
Which I was trying,
To save...
To save...
I forgot giving,
You, your medicine,
In the morning.
My hand is hurting,
And I am afraid,
To give you medicine.
It seems like I don't care,
But, something in me,
Dark and sticky,
Keeps bothering,
Who the hell I am trying
To save…
To save…
To save anymore…
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