I stand at the window looking at the rain run down like my pain I close my eyes then feel feeling the blood I shed I lay slowly to the floor my body starts to shake I can feel the hole in my shirt from the gun you blow once I start to see the light I open my eyes to realize its just a dream a dream that felt so real that felt like a big deal.

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