Silken fingers steadily grasp, The metal glistens in my hand. Searing pain that does not pass. Begins to make everyone understand. The blood stains the floor, A crimson flowing red. Can I bleed much more? Before they realize I am dead. Did I not feel the touch. That caused the blood to flow. Was it silent, or did hurt to much. For me to realize, for me to know. How long did I cry? When did the tears cease to flow? Was it when I began to die? How will you ever know?Birth sign: Sagittarius
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