Murder

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I feel Loneliness.
His icy hands gripping my throat
While whispering spite and sorrow
Into my pounding ears
I scream, pleading for help
Crying out he is wrong
But no one hears me
Or no one is listening,
The world is pulsing,
The light is fading,
His grip tightens;
I feel only
Lonely.





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