I lay here.
Snow seeping into my wounds,
Blood pooring out like a water faucet,
I lay here.
Thinking about all the bad things I've done,
Thinking about my drunk dad.
Will he miss me when i disappear?
Suddenly my heart stops.
I lost to much blood.
I can't feel my arms, legs, or fingers.
But I can feel myself shutting down.
I close my eyes, and fall into nothingness.
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