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i feel the minute of decay.
im on my way down now, i'd like to take you with me...
one day. soon. you'll find me. in a crimson river. murdered.
i can see it now. she grabs it. slowly struggles to put it to her wrist. gently, slowly, glides it across. closes her eyes to feel the high. the excitement. the pain. she looks down. sees the blood. grabs her wrist and squeezes. the blood flows rapidly now. she looks around. quickly catches a glance of herself in the mirror. looks in horror, and cries. she finally realizes that in her stupidity of feeling better, she instead commits suicide. she fights to keep alive. but in the end, the last thought that crosses her mind is the love she had for her boyfriend. they were going to be highschool sweethearts. he was going to propose to her on her graduation night. they were going to go to france together. they were going to move in together and attend the same college. they were going to get married. they were going to have children. they were going to grow old together. and every night. before they went to bed. they were going to give each other a kiss goodnight. and hold each other in their arms until the light of the morning awoke them. it crosses her mind for the last time. and in her last gasping breath. his name slips from her lips. she falls to the ground. covered in blood. and no one to help her. no one to even notice the accidental death of a sweet 16.
im on my way down now, i'd like to take you with me...
one day. soon. you'll find me. in a crimson river. murdered.
i can see it now. she grabs it. slowly struggles to put it to her wrist. gently, slowly, glides it across. closes her eyes to feel the high. the excitement. the pain. she looks down. sees the blood. grabs her wrist and squeezes. the blood flows rapidly now. she looks around. quickly catches a glance of herself in the mirror. looks in horror, and cries. she finally realizes that in her stupidity of feeling better, she instead commits suicide. she fights to keep alive. but in the end, the last thought that crosses her mind is the love she had for her boyfriend. they were going to be highschool sweethearts. he was going to propose to her on her graduation night. they were going to go to france together. they were going to move in together and attend the same college. they were going to get married. they were going to have children. they were going to grow old together. and every night. before they went to bed. they were going to give each other a kiss goodnight. and hold each other in their arms until the light of the morning awoke them. it crosses her mind for the last time. and in her last gasping breath. his name slips from her lips. she falls to the ground. covered in blood. and no one to help her. no one to even notice the accidental death of a sweet 16.