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The knife finally thrust though my flesh, leaving just bits of my heart held together.
The Black rose lays opon my woon, sinking roots and needles far down into my chest.
Gathering peices to stitch back together.My face gets paler and paler, breaths come lighter and softer then which can reach. Life is slowly fadeing away. I start to see the light getter brighter as it comes down for me. I can hear angels quielty calling my name. My time has come to move on to which is called the afterlife. And as i lay still taking my last few breaths i think to myself... my broken heart caused my death. Suddenly the light is gone, and so is my soul.