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No more pain,
I can�t take it anymore.
Too many memories that haunt me to this day,
they take me like as if I was a golden penny on the ground.
As I look to the ground, at my feet,
I feel a warm hand on my shoulder.
� Let it go, it�s over.
Gone and done,
nothing can fix the wrong things you have done.�
The hand becomes cold and nails dig into my neck.
Deeper and deeper they go,
they grind into the bone.
A puddle forms on the floor at my feet.
I see myself on my knees in a pool of my own blood.
A gun is pointed to my head.
I do not know who is the beholder of this weapon of guilt and destruction.
Their finger pulls on the trigger.
Darkness swallows me whole.
I wake up in a cold sweat.
I take a glance around the room,
white.
All I see is white.
I sat on a steel bed.
I stood up and took a step.
The whole of my leg was consumed into the floor like quicksand.
I hear laughter surround me.
My vision goes black and blue
such as the bruise that has been broken into my arm
by one that is nothing but pure hatred.
The broken bones that shattered when I screamed out.
I scream but laughter is all I hear,
nothing but laughter of my pure pain.
