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poem:i want to sleep to
in the future all i see is red sarrounding me , i dont no what it is . [bethany no funny comments]
death every where i go .
shadows cover my hope .
bodies all over the ground .
family dyeing all around me .
huddled up in a ball my mind says we did it but my heart throbs .
i have blood on my hands , i ask myself what have i done .
i see a knife on the far side of the room , i go to get it .
when i pick it up i can see that it has their blood on it and my hands inprint .
in the presant all i can see is red sarrounding me , i now no what it is it is blood of my loved ones .
i layed them to rest , i want to sleep to .
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