Luyện nghe bài hát Dying

Picture yourself in a scene of such
complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming.
Your body's been dying, while your has been trying
to make you picture a life you'd kill for your
lover and a in your head. The deaths of countless
others merely set up the for your symphony.
That's you'll find me.

something has happened here..this is,
this is so much worse than i ever could have
i knew it all along that this man should not been released
god, what's happened here, he's completely torn his entire apart
the smell is overpowering, a pungent odor,
like rotten or i don't know, possibly something worse
but there's something else that's overpowering
i its a woman's perfume, oh no..no..
i found the patient he's lying on the floor in the center of the living
completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale, it appears he hasn't eaten anything at all for
the has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain
there's bulging bright red veins all the way up from his to his neck
there's empty everywhere, of alcohol and medication
my god this smell is
there's blood coming out of his nose ears
he's not dead yet, but he's
i failed, is my fault
and somehow, he's at me, i think he's whispering something,
no, not just whispering, i think singing......

singing:]
Now, place ear to my lips.
Trace notes with your fingertips.
They dance on my last breath.
This is the end. is death.

the lines i wear my wrist are there to prove that i exist

(someone an ambulance, because something's not right)
(the smell of her struggles to cover everything)

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