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Jul 2011
10 shaking fingers
Trace 9 fading scars
I think 8 new fatal thoughts
Within 7 minutes, she decides
6 wounds will be enough
She know in 5 minutes, she'll be gone
The 4 pillows propping her up start to fall
As 3 tears start to roll down her cold cheeks
2 swollen eyes start to lose sight
As 1 life starts to drain.
Annabel
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Annabel
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