It feels like fire,
It feels like fire running down my heart,
I put my hand on my heart and I look at my hand and see the blood.
I try to get up, but I was to weak to move
It feels like fire,
It feels like fire running down my heart,
I look up at the sky and see the stars
A tear goes down my face
I take my last breath
Now I am dead
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Poems I wrote
Short StoryThese are just poems I wrote a long time ago and I'll write more
