#18
This is it.
Take my sorrows,
End my pain.
This is it.
Heart racing,
The sounds of rain.
This is it.
My hearts in two,
Stitches torn.
This is it.
My end is nigh,
In this fateful storm.
This is it.
Death is here.
Knife in my chest.
This is it.
Say goodbye,
Let me rest.
(m.c)
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