Just like a pot of gold that’s frozen.

I’m sitting in a pool of blood that feels so cold just like a pot of gold thats froze. It’s all over the place even on my face and everytime I start to wipe it off, it feels like more is oozing down and so much for the hose that goes where I wanted it to be but it just wouldn’t reach from what I could see which just blows and this I close.

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