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I looked down and I saw My hand My sleee The faded scars on my arms My painted nails A little scracth from somewhere I saw the gravel from the parks path And a little grass I saw the trees And the moon I saw the twinkeling stars And I thought to myself 'If this is the last I see That is okay' And I exhaled slowly And then all turned into darkness | ||||||||||||||
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