death
intense burning and painas the cold blade glides across my skin
first just the cold
then warmth as the blood trickles
out of my vain, onto my skin
my eyes open
my mouth unables to mak a sound
feeling every inch of the blade
as it penetrates my skin
splitting me open like a fruit
then nothing
no more pain, no more blood
just the cold
i am dead
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