The
pain was unbearable,
Blood
was everywhere.
Darkness
came,
Light
vanished.
He
was my last thought.
He
came,
He
left with blood on his hands.
No
tears shed.
Not
one.
With
a stone face,
He
left.
The
pain was unbearable,
Blood
was everywhere.
Darkness
came,
Light
vanished.
He
was my last thought.
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