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Sun, 12/07/2014 - 11:50 -- _pixie_

I quivered heavenly in fear
Get the hell out Kyle screamed out
Brady stood tall and brave
it seems, me he can't live without

Kyle took a hold of my waist
and pulled me to his side
she's nothing without me
he says, again protecting his pride

Brady position his pistol towards Kyle
pain isn't love, it's torture he said
They wrangle each other until
a cartridge drooped me dead

Brady pulled the trigger on his heart
If you die today I shall die he let out
Nothing, even death can't tear us apart

 

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