Death

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Stabbing

Falling

Crying
Crawling

The sadness
The pain
A place with nothing to gain
A place of pouring rain

Jogging

Running
Escaping
Failing

Everything falls dark
I see a spark
The terror is stark
I feel a burning mark

I start loosing my life
Repeatedly being stabbed with a knife
I'm having a strife
I see the afterlife

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Did this in a hurry, I don't even know why but oh well. Who ever is reading this mess of a book thanks. 

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