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I saw his face,his eyes dark grey.
I wondered if he felt this way.
He once told me his favorite colour was red so I grabbed a knife and pierced it through my skin,I turned to him and held him tight as all the tears rolled down his eyes.
The red liquid then stained our skin.
His dark grey eyes was all I saw and then my eyes forever closed.
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