You are the crimson blood that trickles out of me.
I can't breath
Panicing
Help me
Help me
Help me
End this misery
Somebody answer me
Left or right ?
Down or up?
The silence traps me
I trip
I tumble
I fall
Flat on my face
You slide down my cheek
Dripping into a puddle
You are my only hope
Run faster
End me
I plead
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