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The Camera Focal Point

The camera is pointed at me,
so everyone can finally see,
how weak I actually am.

The lights are beaming down,
to see the blood flowing out,
of my once strong soul.

The laughter of all that surround,
laugh at the sound,
Of the tears falling down.

And all I could do,
is stand,
and cry,
And die on the inside.
With every tear,
and drop of blood,
that hits the floor,
I die a little more.





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