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A deep red brop of blood falls silently to the floor.
A knife wound in the chest once more.
The last breath before they go under.
The gun goes off like a rumble of thunder.
A wise man once said 'I hate myself and I want to die'.
He felt the anticipation, the rush waiting to happen.
He saw death and challenged it and lost.But thats what he wanted, thats
what i want.