Fate

by leticia miller   Aug 26, 2006


As the silt her wrist
She looked at her strait in the eye
She said this is the fate you chose for me
Now I must die
The lady tried to stop her but it was to late
She thought to her self and though what have I done
To this little
The she put the gun to here head
And they both lied on the floor and bled

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