Art Of Dying

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I felt refreshed as it dripped down my body so why look at the color.  The cool opening of it flowing down my body as I took an extra deep breathe.   Yet when the breathing became a bit more difficult I noticed the scene wasn’t as a clear as I thought it would be for instead of water dripping down my chest it was a substance of red.  A substance that wasn’t refreshing but deadly as I attempted to breathe my last breathe  as I suddenly remembered the shot I took for a friend.

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