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May 2015
And

you shot me in the back,

yelled at me for bleeding

onto your new white carpet,

made me believe it was my fault

because I got in the way of your gun.

But never apologized for pulling the trigger.
still messed up over the past.
Written by
Gwen  California
(California)   
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