short story

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Pain is running down my throat,
I feel my nose is bleeding,
this is what the picture showed,
before my health was leading,
me and my body to our last place,
dying just to get to know your grace.

Didn't mean to hurt you though,
I can't just ignore my soul,
cause if I'm not flying,
I will go cold,
as much as you do,
cause you are the pain,
it was always you.

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