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Apr 2014
I hear your screams,
you are calling me,
yelling my name,

I feel the panic,
where are you?
where are you?

everything is crumbling,
around me,
I am helpless,

I see your face,
twisted, hurt,
reaching out to me

a sword slices me,
right through my middle,
slicing my skin,

they have won,
they have taken us,
I am dying,

No, no
it’s too late,
too late.
Cade
Written by
Cade  Nightvale
(Nightvale)   
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