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Fear
The knife drops to the floor
She stands in a pool of blood
Tears stream down her face
Beads of sweat begin to form around her lip
She turns around looking for help
No one is there; she is alone
The pool gets bigger and bigger as she stands there
All she can hear is the sound of her scream
She stands in a pool of blood
Tears flow like rivers from her eyes
Her lips begin to quiver
As she starts to panic
She turns around looking for help
No one is there, she is all alone
All she can hear is the sound of her scream…
