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Jan 21
To my heart you once held the key,
Trusted you I wholly did,
But you left me in tears and only with my plea,
This tragedy should be hid.

Love is a simple little thing,
We made a game out of it,
Who will be the first to sing,
Their tragic split.

Shotgun aimed at hearts,
Mine was the one to be hit,
The bullet broke it in million parts,
Leaving me with just one bit.

I didn’t smell the gunpowder,
Nor did I notice the scent of fresh burning blood,
I just screamed louder,
Hoping to be heard in that mud.

My mind went blank,
Analyzing this wound,
To it I should thank,
For now to love I am bound.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  18/F
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     Em MacKenzie and Perry
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