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I've had my heart
Torn apart
And ripped into pieces.
I tried so hard
To live one more day,
But fear had it's way
To make clear to me the fact
That I could not stay.
I've felt the width of my throat
Start to tear,
And split wide open
As I gasped for air.
Caused by the blade
Held in my hand
To make the one and only wound
Impossible to mend.
It was strategicly deep,
Part of my scripted plan.
My own movie-like story
Of how mind beat man.
I've fell to the floor
Turned blood-stained red,
And thought last thoughts of life.
As good as dead.
I've layed there to welcome
My innevitable death,
And dared my lifeless self
To take one last breath.