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The death of me...
I'm a free spirit that has been shot down. I plead for help, a kind gentle mercy. My heart felt like it rose up to my throat as you choked the life from me, I cried in pain; can barely speak your name. Throat swelling, burning like flame. This fire is burning. I'm yearning for help. This is all I have ever felt. My life as it's slipping. Veins running cold. My blood as it's churning it's last. My lungs choked from air, breathing heavy. And nobody's there to hold me tight. Or watch this sight as I fall to my knees. In a last try to be set free, abandoning all of me. Because there is nothing left for me. Why can’t I ever see? As the rain falls, it sucks the life from me. My one joy to hear the rain and it consumes me. And in this ending pain there’s no more shame.
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