AfterMath.
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My eyes close.
my heart shivers.
I cry out in pain and rage.
Look what I have done.
There is blood on my hands.
I scrape at is...
but it won't come off.
How could I have done this?
My child...
My lover...
As I sat there rocking my lifeless child,
I cried,
I laughed...
not the laugh from the heart...
but a laugh of a broken insane heart... torn and weeping.
Something came over me.
I saw the gleam of the knife.
I picked it up,
I gazzed into the cold steal.
How easy it could all be...
How fast it could all end...
I sat there for a long time.
Knife in hand...
crazed through the heart...
but as I lifted my burden of heavy steal...
I could not bring upon myself death.
No matter how hard I tried...
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