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Rain falling, tears hiding. Roughness against me back. Dead scilence, nothing except the ringing. The pain so unberable, the bright red spreading across my shirt, spilling over my hand. Clutching at the pain, holding it in, holding the pain; trying to keep it together, to keep me together. So much pain...Please pick up...the ringing wont stop..then a voice....then dead scilence...Nothing but the pain....my hiding tears.....and the darkness that is now taking over me.....