Her heart is broken,
As cold as stone,
Never to be fixed,
It's blackened tone,
With nothing left,
Not a moment to spare,
She ponders in her mind
"If I pull the trigger,
Would anyone care?"
She draws the gun,
Its gleam so bright,
It's the end of her run,
She grasps is tight,
The thought runs through her mind,
The answer becomes clear,
As metal touches her temple,
And she whispers...
..."No one would shed a tear."
 
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