A single slice.

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The crimson droplet rolls

Down my arm,

And drops to the floor.

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A second slice.

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Two more red drops

Fall to the floor.

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A third slice.

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Blood gushes from my arm.

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I fall to the floor,

Passed out cold from

Loss of .

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Save yourself.

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It’s too late to

Save me.

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A/N: Once again, I will say that this is probably not very realistic. I have NEVER experienced this so I don’t quite know. For all the people who will read this and freak out (especially Black and White Dreams) I AM NOT NOW NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN SUICIDAL! I was simply bored when I wrote this. The idea sprang in my mind, and words followed. That’s all. End of story.