dripping blood
Drip, drip, drip
the blood is gushing down
the floor is now dyed the color red
all his emotional pain faded
the physical pain started to get to him
he felt pain and hurt
but then again he thought
he could handle it
anything to take the emotional pain away
anything to make him forget
seconds pass
the floor consisted of a puddle of red now
he dropped to the floor
dead. Gone. All his pain and sorrows over.
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