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The cold air, brushing past my face.
My eyes closed, making it forever dark in this place.
Children laughing, parents worrying.
Blood dripping, stomach turning..
Death to me, sorrow to all.
Standing in the grass, closer to hell.
Dripping blood from a knife, skin caressing the blade.
The last of my life, seeing children play.
My lover crying, my killer fleeing..
I can't see anything, I'm slowly dying.