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Apr 2016
The tears stream down her face
The taste of salty tears fill her mouth
Blood runs down her wrist
She watches the red, liquidΒ Β substance flow down
Dips of the red substance hits the floor
Her vision is beginning to blur
Her memories are replaying in her head
She hits the floor, taking her last breath
Written by
Marygail Clodfelter
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