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Dying,
I have no more fear.
Dying,
I just wish you were here.
Bleeding,
Left arm, the squeeze of death.
Bleeding,
Holding my last breath.
Cringing,
From the final pain I'll ever feel.
Cringing,
It's not attempted this time, it's real.
Crying,
My tears of anger are hot and they burn.
Crying,
To life I'll never return.
Posted: 2005-05-02 17:21:04 UTC
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2005-05-13 22:48:18My_pain_your_thrill
I relate tot his feeling, or at least the wanting to feel this feeling..good poem.