The Day I Died

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It was cold and it was grey.

No birds out to sing. No kids out to play.

I was all alone. I was always alone.

Nobody ever cared. Nobody could see.

That I was hurt. So I started to bleed.

Oh, did I bleed. My eyes cried blood.

My legs, my arms. I craved for love.

On my knees. Crawling and gasping. Clinging to light and life.

I was all alone. I was always alone.

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