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Dec 2010
Tendon's break
my lungs collapse
it all feels so fake
until a bone snaps
I scream out in pain
the ambulance comes
their efforts are vain
stopped are the drums
it's time to let go
the angel had said
the death was not slow
now come rest your head
on deaths ice cold bed.
Written by
Renee  26/Gender Fluid
(26/Gender Fluid)   
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