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Sep 2020
I wake in the middle of the night,
I reach out for the light but It can not reach me,
I feel the pain of it warping around my arm,
Drip...Drip...Drip...
I pull back and see the red flowing from my veins,
It starts to cover the floor it's not my fault I just couldn't take it anymore.
Written by
Phantom knight
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   Eshwara Prasad
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