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as the blaed ran thurw my arm the blood ran out as wif it was a rive as it drips to the ground n turns cold so dose my hate 4 everly 1 that has been around me n has done me wrong. my love groups stornger wif every little bit of air that comes in to my body as my eyes go black all i see is u leaveing. as the sounld gose low i near not more laughting. as my hart stops i live no more