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The Final Blow

Tonights the night I strike the final blow for painful reasons only I know.

I feel no pain as if it's a game. I end my life tonight the thought gives me no fright under the waning moon.

My bloods pounding in my ears the moments arrived but there aren't any tears. I shall now end my life.

I've stabbed myself through the chest blood has splattered on my vest it's dripping down towards the grass running smoothly rather fast the time right now it is my last.

My life is slipping away from me somethings dripping but i cannot see soon my soul will be set free......goodbye...

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