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Feb 2014
He held a gun to my head.
"Hand It Over!"
I refused,
He shot me.

You were there, you watched me die.

No tears,
No emotions,
No words.

There was no he
Wait no,
He was you.

No remorse,
You left me there to die.
You turned away,
and never looked back.
Crístál Válęntíná
Written by
Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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