One Last Goodbye... Blood runs cold, through the veins of the dead. He walks along the paths of tears long shed. The time had come for one final goodbye. Was he even able, without being high? He grabbed the gun from his deep trench pocket. He shot the girl strait through the locket. Before she fell he turned the gun, the trigger was squeezed and the revolver spun. The bullet struck true, it took his #life. No more pain and no more strife. Down with the bitch that he called his wife. She'd broke his heart by being a whore, so he showed her the way strait to hells door. And so ends the story of love once adored.
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