Stop

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I sat on a bench in the rain.
I had cuts and scabs all down my arm.
I watched as the rain fell on the cuts
I took out I cigarette
I lit it and smoked
I look around and took out a needle
I shot it in my arm
Then I felt and hand on me.
It was you
'Stop'
'I can't '
Then darkness consumed me
-Woojin

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