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bleed it out.

Bleeding. again ,pouring it out. He layed there screaming.
“I’m dying,I’m dying!” Lord help me to forget this horrible memory,again. A light turned on I quickly throw the book I was writing in and covered my head with a sheet. It was nothing so I began to write again. When I had layed beside him lying telling him he was not. I thought I was going to have a heat attack. . “Oh god,thank you.” He said. He reached his hand up to where he seen the light. Tears filled my eyes as I wrote. My last words to him was i love you,William Eugene. Oh I will miss him so.

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