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Now your lying on the floor
Heads rushing
Bloods dripping
Times slipping through your hands
Not much longer till your dead
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Skin so cold
Eyes so dull
No longer
Alive
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You will soon be free
No longer alone
No longer afraid
No longer unhappy
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Laying on the floor blood dripping down your arm
Mother finds you dead and gone
Not much time till they set
You
In your grave
YOU ARE READING
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