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As she fell eyes opened


As she fell eyes opened wide,

The blood poured out of her sides.

The knife cut deep but,

the broken trust cut deeper.

Hitting the ground only to see 

the amount of blood pouring out

before herself. 

 The hooded figure walked away,

showing no care or dismay. 

Finally, as the world became brighter

the wound was too deep.

As she heard her mother sob 

in the white van injection tube in her arm

the world was gone in a trance.

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