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Ruby red
flows onto the ground, I do not scream. I make no sound. In my world of red I am safe. I feel no hate, no pain in this cold place. I open a waterfall for each emotion, the emptiness fills my head. So eagerly I want to go and I fall into my bed. It’s going well, but there is a flaw; I am scared now and I feel so small. So I go deeper, so falls more red, and into my heart there slips a dread. It’s darker now, is it just me? My eminent death is all I see. But don't fear for me, for my soul's fate. You can't save me; it is too late. And so it ends, so brave I've been, to fight with Death, and let Death win. But now I don’t want this, into myself I try to hide. So cowardly it comes... My Heroic Suicide.
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