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WEAK
My body cries
crimson tears.
I wasn't strong enough
to fight my fears.
As the wounds
continue to bleed
the pain in my heart
begins to feed.
Now as the pain
begins to end
with my remaining strength
I crawl into bed.
As my heart slows
I feel at peace.
My breathing stops
forgive me, please.
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