I sew my wounds that you made,only you pull open the stitches.Blood spills everywhere,I try to sew my wounds but it's too late,the needle falls to the floor as my body gets numb.I see that my breathing gets slower and slower,you just stare at me as if you were watching a lamb getting eaten by a wolf,with disgust.As I take my last breath I take the thing nearest to me,a knife...I pound it into your chest and take you with me.If I had to suffer for you you will do the same for you made me suffer more than you'll ever know.We lay there blood spreading on the floor forgotten to be nothing anymore.
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