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|Shot with a gun. In the back of the head. With nothing left to do but|
Friday, 15 December 2006
01:47:53 AM (GMT)
If I can pull myself up from the madding pain. I would. I'm a fighter for the blood
cause. And I'm walking the trail to death row. I pulled the trigger on the revolver.
and you were dead. bleeding. like I did. Then. I put the gun to my head and pulled
the trigger. I guess it went wrong. I'm alive. And he's dead. My beautiful, sweet
love. How much pain did you feel? Did the wind take you before I did. Because it knew
you had no chance to live through the bullet to the heart? Did. I. really. kill. you?
or did I kill the wind? And now. the world looks at you. from the relem of the dead.
from the immortals who will forever burn in hell. from me. I say as a fear leaves the
mouth, weep enters the eye. And your way out is forever lost.
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