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In my hand,
I hold the knife,
The one I used,
To take your life.
One swift stab,
A flash of red,
The blood poured down,
And you were dead.
I hold it up,
The blood drips down.
My lips now curve,
Into a frown.
With blade at chest,
One quick hack,
And I feel my world...
Fade into black.