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Dec 2020
The moon shines bright
The wind howls emptiness
The sound of leaves rustling

A man standing, staring at the sky
His throat hurts, screaming his heart out
His pain never heard

A gun resting in his hand
Nothing can be heard but a single soothing voice
"It's time to come home, my son"
*Bang
youre loved <3
Cadence Patterson
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Cadence Patterson  18/M
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