Guilt

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Guilt:

When it finally sunk in it was too late.

He was dead and,

He was gone.

Only thing left was a note,

The note read,

To my love,

Who never loved me,

To my best friend,

Who I loved Unconditionally,

This is for you,

The bullet to my head,

I'm sorry my love,

But you never loved me.

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