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CJ Bond 2006 ©
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My time is running out, let me out. I am losing my breath, I can’t stand this death. Look around, blood is sprout. Covered in red, I lie in bed. I feel cold, so cold I couldn’t move. I feel hands among my body, as they fix my dreadful hair. Come to find out, I’m placed into a coffin bed.
