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Dusty, hot air fills my lungs And a crunch of died leaves is heard from around the corner I can't explain my feelings to you but the closest thing I can think of is Anger Hiding is the scariest place to be I can hear the crunching leaves circling the house. Oh, where do I hide? I still think I'm doing fine But not until a series of sharp pains jab into my side My diaphram can't seem to lift air into my lungs Screams gurgle up from my throat What is this? The taste of coins in my mouth Crimson blood dribbles down my lips and rip off my chin into the warm grass another pain rises as i choke on my own fluids The loss of Hope excapes out of my mouth and I can't seem to see anymore Blurred movements and shouting hover around my lifeless body My soul is packing up it's belongings, getting ready to retreat and fill another I look down at myself Anger has deminished and my body swims in it's own pool of blood Soggy, blood soaked leaves don't crunch under their shoes...
