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    I’ll carve your name on a silver bullett – (Chapter: 2: Me and the Moon)

    It’s a good year for a murder
    she’s praying to jesus, she’s pulling the trigger
    there’s no tears, cause he’s not here
    she washes her hands, and she fixes the dinner
    but soon they’ll be coming to rush her away
    no one’s so sure if her crime had a reason

    reasons like seasons
    they constantly change
    and the seasons of last year
    like reasons have floated away
    away with this spilt milk
    away with this dirty dish water, away
    seventeen years, and all that he gave was a daughter

    "it’s me and the moon," she says
    i got no trouble with that
    but i am a butterfly, you wouldn’t let me die
    "it’s me and the moon," she says

    I find myself lying on a comfortable materess in a white room. The smell of rubber and Latex overpowering me as i struggle to open my eye. A light in the ceiling directly above me is shinning brightly into my eyes and i turn my head.

    There i see you standing in the corner. You spoke without a word. Your arms crossed over your chest. You let a few tears fall before you evaporated into thin air and left me alone. It hurt so much seeing you once again full of life. It was a good feeling, but one that hurt with intensity.

    A loud beeping in my ear is causing a heat wave to crash in anger as i recognize the heart monitor. I look around and see doctors all hovering over me like hawks waiting for me to die. They say its a miracle that i was alive. I say it was bad aim. I had pointed my gun to far down and it didnt kill me over the mound of dirt covering your body.

    I had been out for 3 days and didnt know what was going on. However, the doctors did. The figured my suicidal attempt needed help. I disagreed. I am now on suicide watch and in therapy. As you died, i got the life you lived. A life full of shrinks. Nobody wants this life.

    and it’s over, but it just started
    the blood stained the carpet
    her heart like a crystal
    she’s lucid and departed
    a life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away

    away with these nightmares
    away with suburbia
    shake down away
    you marry a role and
    you give up your soul til you break down

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    1. You’re getting really really good. I’m so damn impressed. Please post more soon. Yeah, this is depressing, but wow.. so good. Don’t hate me if i say i like it better than your other fan fic (which i also read daily), and i think it’s better written. That’s what comments are for, but it makes me sound awful (I’ll go hide under my rock now)

    2. You’re getting really really good. I’m so damn impressed. Please post more soon. Yeah, this is depressing, but wow.. so good. Don’t hate me if i say i like it better than your other fan fic (which i also read daily), and i think it’s better written. That’s what comments are for, but it makes me sound awful (I’ll go hide under my rock now)

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