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The Story: Part 1
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Written Pieces (Not poems) The liquid, red. It flows like a crimson stream at first, slowly getting faster and larger as the knife goes further! I stop. Just for a second, to think about what I am doing. Then I carry on.
The stream flows into a sea of deep red, oozing out over an ever increasing space! THUD! The sound of my head hitting on solid concrete! My face now in the sea. It is engulfing me. As I go under I utter, "Goodbye". With my last breath, I swallow my own blood!!
