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Jul 2013
Red hot liquid comes out of me
I cringe at the blade as it repeatedly
goes through me
I scream for help as the rain comes down,
Then he leaves me alone as it falls on us
I lay still on the ground and look up
Then close me eyes as I knew where
I was headed to next
And feel mt heart start to slow
Written by
   Nadia DeLevea and ---
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