lunes, 6 de septiembre de 2010

arrows.

He hits me hard, I fall to the floor.
He hits me again over and over, until I can't move anymore.
He finally takes one more blow, and I feel myself slipping away.
I take one last breath, and my heart stops.
He looks down at me and realizes what has happened.
He falls to the floor and begins to sob.
He hates himself now, and doesn't know if he can go on living his life with this regret. 
Three lives were taken, two lives were innocent and one life was full of pain and anger that couldn't deal with it anymore.

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