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Oct 2015
She walk in tired from a day at work
So tired, just losing her mind
She went in the bedroom , saw her husband with a gun to his head and she screamed and said
" No, don't do this! I love you and this isn't the road you should take I want you with me! Remember death do us part don't do this!"
And he said , " Come join me."
Tick, Tick, Tick
The clock ticks, the wife sits at the far end of the wall and she's nervous
The husband watches his wife in dismay with his gun to his brain
"Baby, please what about the children, what about love?"
" What about it? Come on baby join me."
She's sick to her stomach grabs a knife and puts it to her stomach and says , " Baby ok I'm coming with you! What about the kids we should never leave them?!!"
"1-2-3...."
"Baby, come on you have til I get to 5."
"1-2-3-4-5."
The wife plunges the knife into her stomach but, she didn't hear a gunshot.
"Baby, why?! You said you love me , you said til death do us part!"
He smiled dropped the gun and said, " It doesn't mean we both have to go."
Written by
Bridget Bethani Overton  Bowling Green, KY
(Bowling Green, KY)   
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