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Aug 2018
He held the gun up to her forehead, and told her to sing for him for the last time,
With trembling hands, and her voice shaking with fear she sang.

'You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are the poison,
That fills my lungs,'

He collapsed on the ground beneath him, as he held on to one last fleeting thought.

You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are the poison,
That fills my lungs.

Then he grabbed her hand, that held the promise of their lives together. Then he sang.

'You were the poison
inhale
That filled my lungs.'
exhale

Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
mel
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mel  22/F/Pennsylvania
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