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I wonder if he heard the bullet if he heard the gun crack if he knew his breath was his last if he thought about his future thought about his past if he thought at all or if it was too fast I wonder if he heard the bullet Did love dizzy his mind? Did he think about his girl- How she would feel when his body she'd find? Did he think about his friends- Who he would leave behind? Did he think about himself Trying to survive? I wonder if he felt the pavement catch him if he was still alive I wonder when his heart stopped beating: was it in the backseat of a car? where they left his body? Did they drag him far? I wonder what he was thinking; I hope that he was not. His fiancé flew to a corpse, not a wedding venue. His mother to a coroner, not a graduation. His brother accepted his diploma, not knowing what had happened. I hope that he never realized these things.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Maybe he Died Quickly
I wonder if he heard the bullet if he heard the gun crack if he knew his breath was his last if he thought about his future thought about his past if he thought at all or if it was too fast I wonder if he heard the bullet Did love dizzy his mind? Did he think about his girl- How she would feel when his body she'd find? Did he think about his friends- Who he would leave behind? Did he think about himself Trying to survive? I wonder if he felt the pavement catch him if he was still alive I wonder when his heart stopped beating: was it in the backseat of a car? where they left his body? Did they drag him far? I wonder what he was thinking; I hope that he was not. His fiancé flew to a corpse, not a wedding venue. His mother to a coroner, not a graduation. His brother accepted his diploma, not knowing what had happened. I hope that he never realized these things.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
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