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1,2,3,4,5

I started to count

6,7,8

I took a deep breath

9,10

I started to cry

1,2,3,4,5,

I started to count again

6,7,8

in the middle I heard a shot

9,10

my chest hurts

I put my hands to my chest

I look down wear my hand is

I’m bleeding

I start screaming for help

Then I remember I’m alone

I look around

But noone is there

Theres noone to help me

Theres no phone near me

I’m loosing my breath

Now I can only see

What I didn’t do

I wish I would have done things different

Tell my sister I love here

Tell my mom its not her fault