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Jul 5
he held the gun against my head
did he really want me dead?
he was shaking
i saw him breaking
just moments before
his heart was hurting
his lungs were cursing
but he swore
everything was okay that night
he was alright that night
but he lied
once more
Written by
rosaline  taurus
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