gun shot

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You wear your heart on your sleeve begging for him not to leave but he did. you swore to yourself that you would never let him hit you but he did. As you stand here begging and pleading for him not to go blood dripping down your nose wounds all exposed. He leaves you cry storming to the bathroom door you lock yourself in. Family all outside your thinking you have nothing that your worthless. You have a gun you raise it to your head one shot will end it all. That's exactly what you do you take the shot your family hears it from outside they all rush to do the door begging and pleading for you to open the door but it's to late you lay on the floor bleeding out.  Your dead no more chances no more life your gone









Sincerely












The
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