Deathly Love Today I met him. The man of my dreams. We talked. His heart was broke over lost love. I comforted him. I helped him. He helped me. We talked. We walked. We fell in love. 3 days past, it was a time in the night. He came home late. I smiled and held his hand. He held me and cried on my shoulder. I was there to help. I left soon after and gathered my clothes. The store was my next destination. I came home to the harshest of devastation. My true love dead on the floor. A bottle in his, the knife removed from the drawer. His #life had ended and mine ended soon. A #life true love, was certainly doomed. ©Snowshoe07@gmail.com #Fridaythe13th #DeathHappens #horrors_true_love
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