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Travelling home screaming,
"NOOO, you're lying, I hate you,
She's not dead".
I silenced knowing this was doom.
Run through the door,
Then to the garden, a dog in a towel,
My Luna,
My light.
How she fades,
As the hurt grows more.
She says sorry,
But the smile on her face tares me apart,
My best friends done and gone.
Blood on her t-shirt,
The night alone,
I bloody myself,
No comfort or pale white light.
No floppy black ears,
Or deep black eyes,
It's just me and my knife,
With the will to cry.
I cry the tears,
Bleed the pain,
Suffer the silence,
No one can understand.
Me and my head,
We don't function,
It's code red all the way,
untill my very last day.
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