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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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