My Phone Is Ringing
My phone is ringing it's the call I've been dreaming about. I try and reach for my
phone but my arms are numb laying in a pool of my blood and my fingers refuse to work. My
phone is still ringing, as each breath becomes harder then the last. I try one last time
to pick up my phone but its to late my body has gone cold ...and all the pain is gone. My
phone is ringing and its the last thing I will ever hear.
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