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Nov 2016
It's dark. It's cold.
It hurts so much.
Why is it like this?
Why am I hurting so much?
Why can I no longer feel the pain?
My blood flows endlessly, but I'm still whole?
Why? Why am I here?
I feel dead, but I'm still alive.
There's a light. It's someone else?
Why is she crying? Why are those tears for me?
Why can you feel my pain when I can't?
I'm sorry. Please stop crying.
Johnathan locke
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