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Jan 2014
They found his diary under his bed
pages full of love notes
and letters for the end

They found the gun next to his bed
loaded with midnight depression
and unloaded with midday impulse

They found his lifeless body next to them both
filled with self hate
and loved like a child

(s.s.)
Written by
Stephanie Nichole  Hell
(Hell)   
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