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The drip-drip-drip of my blood

Into the basin

The sound is deafening

I have been overcome

Over-run

By the desperate feelings

Of a lack of life before death

 

I can hear the pitter-patter

Of the little Angels

Their songs welcome me

But now i am drifting

Drifting up, up and very far away

And that has been enough for one day

 

My feelings have faded

My dream is done

My life has not been lost

I will live for another day

 

 

The End

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