Love makes people do crazy things

January 22, 2015

Her eyes were cold

Her heart was frozen

She wanted to die

She held the gun in her hand

Memories so many memories

Ran through her head

Her brother

Her sister

Her mother

And the one

She had lost

Her father

A silent tear

Ran down her face

The she was gone

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