Your stomach aches and the knife goes deeper constantly twisting.
"When will this pain end?" You cry.
Never my sweet lullaby.
No matter how many years go by, you will still feel the prick of the knife.
"Why does everybody have to die?" You ask with tear filled eyes, as blood pours out of your stab wound.
Not everyone truly dies.
As long as you hold them in your heart, my dear, they will always be alive.

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