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Apr 2014
The blade accidentally rips open my vein,
I'm not ready to die.
My world becomes blurry,
My heart slows down..
I just wanted answers to my pain,
I'm not ready to die,
"Please, help me" I scream, but no one hears.
I'm not ready to die I say,
As I fade away Into sweet bliss.
Shameka-Ravon Roaix
Written by
Shameka-Ravon Roaix  Maine
(Maine)   
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