It was cold that morning, so cold. I felt my blood drain out of the single stab wound on my chest. I fell to the ground hard, but felt no pain at my opening. Just the pain in my heart that he left. He pretended to love me then out of nowhere he said "it is time for youto go" pulling out a knife and lodging it into my pale skin.
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