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Play Dead
S ( / NYC)

Play Dead

stops the hurting
it is just like sleeping
curled up in my mind
takes all the pain away
face goes blank
thoughts stop
empty inside
numb inside out
breathing slows
heart slows its beating
vision turns blurred
tears being to fall
from blood shot eyes
lay there belly up in a puddle of blood
body turing turning cold
slowly losing color
life slipping away
play dead
and make it all go away

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