ix- mercy

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When my last breath leaves my body,

Steal it

When one lone tear rolls down my face,

Capture it in a kiss

When my hand become cold,

Don't let it go just yet

When my head is about to hit the ground,

Place it down gently

When my eyes lose sight and become glassy and unfocused,

Close them

And when I'm heaving through the blood blocking my throat,

Push the knife just a little deeper

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