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A low, deep Voice.


Leg's twitching.


fog glazed contacts rolling in.


Red.


the Voice-
Growns


Low, Deep, Red.


the haze


blinding dull grey.
and Red.


pain
recognized


Someone hurts


Legs twitching.
Splashing
Red


Tile.
Yours.

Your tiles
Red.

Your pain.
Red.
Your blood.
Red.
Your wounds.
Blead.
Your eyes hazy with the shadow of death.














Waking up.
Your failed suicide.



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On Wednesday July 19th, 2006, Michelle Xiao (481) writes:
like waking up to a very badly throbbing head.


On Thursday November 17th, 2005, tears of decadence (222) writes:
damn drifter... i liked this alot so... i mean ... its vivid.. but the end... waking up... failed... do you smile or do you frown?


On Thursday November 17th, 2005, tears of decadence (222) writes:
i reiceived chills from reading this


On Thursday November 17th, 2005, TaintedButterfly (1021) writes:
Very real.. and to think, red is my favorite color! Wow... I loved the ending. Great job.



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