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Nov 2014
Weakened heart, growing pain
Nothing left to remain
Blood rising in your throat
Enough to make you gag and choke
Lungs filling, fall and sputter
On the floor, you seize and mutter
Eyes roll back, here comes the flood
Drowned and dead in your own blood
LovelyBones
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