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As I sit here in the dark

I lose it all with the sight of a spark

My red pen drops blood on the page

Sitting alone, I feel as if I’m on stage

My life is draining from my finger

The senses arouse to just let it linger

Final thoughts go through my mind

Frightening things I cannot find

I never thought death could be so peaceful

I sense I never could feel around other people

I breath in, one last time

And the dark side takes over the bright side of my mind

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