by Tessarai Nunn
(Huber Height,Ohio, U.S.A)
When i met him, everything was great.
When i loved him, everything was fine.
When i met the real him, Everything was ok.
When i cried tears, everything was bad.
When i let him go, thats when i did it.
That when i put the gun to my head, and pulled the trigger.
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