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The pounding of hearts echoes for ten feet spinning thoughts of love and pain. "I love you" "Please don't miss" Sweat streams from every pore slick fingers glide across the barrel. "I can't live without you" "I can't live" Eyes blink rapidly uneven breaths linger regaining a clear conscience a stomach unsteady; sour. "I'm going to miss you" "Please don't miss" A numbing sensation controls all feeling all movements become automatic. The slightest twitch occurs and a cascade of smoke quivers. "I love you" "I loved you too" And in that second all memories collide the whispers and laughs the kisses and cries. And all that he has left is a cold revolver a broken heart and a limp, lifeless, love.
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
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The pounding of hearts echoes for ten feet spinning thoughts of love and pain. "I love you" "Please don't miss" Sweat streams from every pore slick fingers glide across the barrel. "I can't live without you" "I can't live" Eyes blink rapidly uneven breaths linger regaining a clear conscience a stomach unsteady; sour. "I'm going to miss you" "Please don't miss" A numbing sensation controls all feeling all movements become automatic. The slightest twitch occurs and a cascade of smoke quivers. "I love you" "I loved you too" And in that second all memories collide the whispers and laughs the kisses and cries. And all that he has left is a cold revolver a broken heart and a limp, lifeless, love.
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chelsea-b-hartman
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
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