Eve.

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after the shock,

comes the pain.

pain, pain,

fatal pain.

the kind,

where you shake,

because you think,

it might be a way to keep it inside;

to make the pain alright.

but it never is,

is it?

i feel the world going grey,

something hot,

seeping out.

blood.

blood mingled with tears,

and everything,

that was never going to happen.

all of the memories that never were,

the experiences i'll never get.

this time,

i know that,

there's nothing left.

i'm sorry,

eve.

i'm sorry.

i'm sorry,

lacey.

"i love you,"

i whisper,

before the grey turns to dusk,

and the dust,

to complete darkne-