My hands pulse. My legs grow week, I fall to my knees. bitter tears rush down my face and sting my soul. My throat is dry and raw from crying out to you but still you hide. My head grows light as I lose control over my breathing. You still mock me as I die. Finally, when I stop and lay still you come out of hiding and say your "Sorry" with out even ounce of sincerity.
You chose to kill me
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