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Lyrics are the best signs ever.

This morning at 3,
it was time to open another bottle.
But my hands were dry,
and I didn't want to wet it.
So I figured I would try opening the bottle with my bare hands.
It was a glass bottle.
I cut my finger.
"Shit!"
Hmm, it was pretty scary,
because it wouldn't stop bleeding.
I stared as the blood kept gushing out everytime I washed it away.
Tasted blood.
But it continued to bleed.
So I had silly thoughts.
Like, maybe I'm diabetic already.
Maybe I have to chop my finger away.
Should I call for my brother?
Why won't you stop bleeding?
Hello?
Shall I call for someone?
Then suddenly it struck me to press the wound.
I walked over to grab a piece of tissue as I watched it bleed.
Aside from fear, what I thought was:
Haha, this is actually pretty cool.
Like in manga.
Anyway, it finally stopped bleeding..
..and I plastered it.
..and announced it to the world.
Yeah, I wanted some attention.
Didn't get the attention I want.
But it's okay.
At least there was some.
John didn't disappoint.
John liked it.
Haha.
The next morn... afternoon.
Before shower, I removed the plaster.
Pretty much healed.
But somehow I wanted the blood to amuse me again.
Hahaha. Sorry if it's getting creepy. Don't worry. I'm not suicidal.
It's just.. I'm curious.
Anyway, yeah. The wound was intact.
So I started washing my hair normally.
Felt a prick.
There was a dot, and it started bleeding again.
..and this time,
I just stared at the blood.
I left it to bleed and continued washing my hair with my other hand.
When I was done shampoo'ing though,
it wasn't bleeding anymore.
The wound repaired itself.
Maybe it's the warm water.
It wow'ed me.
My body is pretty quick in healing.
..and I figured.
Everything will be fine.
I am good.
At least, I want to be good. :)