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Jul 2014
I awake to twelve texts
And seven missed calls
I ring her swiftly
In the hope that she still breathes.
She answers,
Tears down the phone
I can barely speak
because I am drowning in my own.
I tell her to meet me
At the park where we were first seen.
She told me of her troubles
Her pain
The way she sleeps in tears,
Whilst counting down the clock.
I say we should go for a walk
She nods at me.
Why are we here?
I take her hand,
Look into her eyes
This is our destiny
I mumble as she presses her lips against mine,
For the last time.
Are you sure?
Little do I plead because
Her happiness is the key.
Yes.
I take one last look in her eyes,
We fly together
We die together.
You and I until the end.
Jamie Treavish
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Jamie Treavish  23/M/United Kingdom
(23/M/United Kingdom)   
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