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Jul 2016
all she had to do was to hide--
how broken she was inside

it was that simple

but here she was:
pouring her heart out
crying out all the pain

not in the rain

she wiped her tears off
she felt better now--
fired a gunshot to her head.

it was that easy--
trickling blood
down the drain.
© Cyrille Octaviano
07/13/16
@ 9:48 pm
Cyrille Octaviano
Written by
Cyrille Octaviano
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