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Ekinawa

Published: Sep 18, 2012

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Do you remember the day we first meet?
It was the same day I died. The sky was
so pretty with it's blue colors and
fluffy clouds.

Do you remember the day we first kissed?
The flowers was shining in bright colors.
I felt so happy!

Do you remember when you first stabbed me?
The knife was so sharp and the blood shining
red, so red. Don't worry, I'm okay. Just please
don't cry. Do you remember when we first
meet? I was happy....

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I have no idea what this is i just wrote it on my way home on
the bus. i had a thought that was way, way off this theme but
i'm to much of a blood geek to not write about sad painful and
bloody stuff