exit wounds (.v.s.)

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Nobody's gonna hear you
When you're calling for help, when you're calling for help
Nobody's gonna hear you
'Cause the sound of my screams are gonna drown you out
Drown you out

Nobody's gonna hear youWhen you're calling for help, when you're calling for helpNobody's gonna hear you'Cause the sound of my screams are gonna drown you outDrown you out

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Vince Schneider leaned out of his car with an angered gaze until a jab in his jugular left him frozen, eyes widened as the cold blade pierced his jugular. He felt the sharpest pain imaginable. He stumbled, noticing a shadow as the blade is aggressively ripped from Vince's throat where the gaping wound spurted with blood.
Vince gasped for breath, reaching out, his life slipping away as his expression changed to panic as he fell forward onto the concrete, life slipping as he tried to drag himself away, choking as his body is weakening with each fatal attempt. He was still very much conscious, managing to speak as he gurgled on his own blood. "The fuck..." before his head flopped down on the concrete.

Word Count: 160 Words

Word Count: 160 Words

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