Loss

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As the knife pierces throught the soft flesh below my ribs. I exhale the pain that had been bottled up inside . I push the blade deeper and deeper until i reach my target. The rottening outer flesh of my heart. DEEPER STILL i send the truth of us through the rancid organ. It beats once twice three times around the blade until it finally comes to an almost definitive stop.

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