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Serenity

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Pain is death,
Killing the soul inside,
Blood rushes over and over like a water faucet,
Head beging to slowly decend down,
Cant breath,
No hands to grasp,
Pasting by his face as i die,
All the pain gone and finally i reach my happieness.





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