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DEAD..

Breaking down the old wooden door,
as the warm red blood begins to pour.
A tear falls down across there innocent face.
As there staring at the horror that is all over the place.
You are wasting so much time with all of this crime.
I wish you would see that killing that young innocent person is hurting me.
Now i cannot enjoy there company or the joy that they bring.
All because you had to pull the trigger on that tiny little head.
Now my best friend lies on the wooden floor.
DEAD



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