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I am alone, left to die.

My heart beat sends more life out of me

I do not have the courage to end it

But that is quickly changing

More blood trickles from my wrist and arms

With each heart beat.

I shall stop the flow from my arms

One last thrust

I bury it deep in me, the last of it is over

The pheonix can not rise from wet ash