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May 2016
Knife in your hand blood on your cloths
Walking around dazed knowing nothing at all
Chains on you feet scraping when as you walk
Moving your mouth but unable to talk
Stitches on your head scars no your palms
Not knowing what had happen to you or how you made it this far
You hear sirens in the distance
You see people looking at you
frustrated knowing that there is nothing you can do
The police show up draw there guns as they yell freeze
You wanna stop but keep moving in disbelief you try to yell out
What ever was done to you made it so you couldn't say or do nothing at all
A shot can be heard as you feel a sharp pain
Falling to your knees in you mind screaming in pain
You can hear you last breathe as your eyes roll to the back of your head
One of the cops come over and with the people watching pronouncing you dead
Who ever did this to you is still rooming the streets
Praying on his next victim who will it be......
wanted to make something that i could write a 2nd or 3rd
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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