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The gory scent
Of fresh blood
Runs past my nose
Everything is still
Silent, dark
I feel my head hit
The hard, rough floor
My delicate body
Close to the cold surface
Life is slowly
Slowly drifting away
As I closed my eyes
Oxygen leaves my lungs
My heart beats
One last time
-Miichelle Huang
Jan-4-01