as i sit here
watching the blood run out
i wonder what went wrong
does fate hate me
or am i just weak
things get hazy
feels all like a dream
but it is real
i am fially leaving
leaving this place
just before i go
i think of her
smiling one last timebut in reality
she weeps
for the death
of a nobody
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