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She Was the Bullet and Love Was the Gun

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By John GreenPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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She was the bullet that hit me in the heart. No blood. No Pain. Just complete Shock. The way she took my life was so unique I always have thoughts about it right before I go to sleep. She killed me with kindness, my GOD how I loved dying in her arms and how she got me every time with her girlish yet seductive charm. It was suicide to believe that she was the one for me. I should have seen it coming, but I was too blind by her love to see.

Love was the gun that fired her into my now burning chest but even though I am dying I still have no regrets. I know the real one will come to my rescue. She will be my Wonder Woman and save me from these tear jerking blues. She will fill hole with all of her love. It will feel like she was heaven sent, my angel up above. But until then I will lay in this puddle of blood waiting, for the day that I meet that beautiful creation. Slowly dying in each breath, yet still patient.

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