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Leaving
The darkness slowly begins to creep into my peripheral
as I watch my life drip down my fingers.
My head slowly begins to spin,
and yet, my pain still lingers.
I thought that this was my escape;
my chance to get away.
All I wanted was to make things better:
to make everyone else okay.
now I look at where the arm slowly gave way to the knife.
The way it carved it's pale, light canvas tapping into my life.
