Too Late It never changed, that time I saw Lizzy dead. Dead, stone cold, no #life flowing in her any more. Blond golden locks stained blood red in a pool of blood, lips pale like ice. She looked like a rag doll, maybe a marennet if she had stimgs attached to her limbs. To be honest, it's all my fault. Too late I was, unable to get here in time before the bullet left it's sleeping chamber. If only I hadn't been stuck, stuck in a chair, ropes bounding round my flesh. If I hadn't made that deal she wouldn't be dead. It's all my fault she is dead. I-I'm too late.
Lou Emini
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