Lying here all by myself,
Tears cascading down my cheek,
Blood leaking out my wounds,
Prepared for the never-ending sleep.
Some people call this sleep death,
Others the end of their time,
But I believe it's a never-ending sleep,
My opinion is no crime.
My heartbeat was slowing,
My throat was dry,
A knife lay there, cruelly,
In seconds I would die...
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