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A dark red liquid streaming down my hand,
blood
the object in my hand is covered in this substance
as my grip loosens and it slips out from under my fingers
my face turns pale
I just now comprehended what I've done
but its not the act itself that turned me pale
rather its the consequence of it
from the moment the object collided with them I was dead
so because I'm dead already I have no reason to stay here