Loud screams, dark nights, drunken people. outrageous fights.
I try to keep calm, but it doesn't seem to work.
Bullets are let off, I think I'm hurt
Blood is leaking, I feel so faint.
I feel so empty, but I feel no pain.
Slowly fading, flying high.
I am no longer a person of this earth, for I have died
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