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Bewildered I stand in the sweltering heat

Sun beating down on my face

Beeds of sweat drip down my temples

My eyes glued to thin air

Blood trickles from the corner of my mouth

I attempt to stop the bleeding of my soul

That gushes from multiple holes

Shocked to your words

Admitting your nothing of what you've done

Words like a gun shooting me dead in the street

For everyone to see

Watching me bleed and die

You walk away grinning.