In life there are people who will claim to be your friend, say they have your back, and would never let you down. Then the first chance they get they stick a knife right in the center of your back. They rip your heart out of your chest and make your soul bleed. As you lay there dying, withering to nothingness, they are laughing at your anguish, and at your pain. You're begging, you're pleading for them to make the pain stop they refuse to lend a hand, they wont even offer one, just one drop of blood to save your life. Not even as the abyss wraps its slimy tentacles around you extinguishing your last breath. Your body lies there growing cols, and they stand there laughing. They're still laughing.
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