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Silence.
Stillness.
Nobody here,
Except my memories
Flashing before my weary eyes,
Making me go crazy and wish
For the rush of that sweet crimson,
That beautiful red that seems
To ease all my doubts,
Pain and fears.
The bite of cold, hard metal
In my skin,
Soothing with its' sharp sting.
But all of these I wish for I
Know I cannot have,
As tears roll down my face.

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