A Letter Of Good By

by Johnathan Shrum   Apr 10, 2006


Here i lie on my bed wanting to die because their is nothing for me to live for anymore my girlfriend is gone like the wind and docent look like she is coming back anytime soon so i want to reach for that gun and put it to my head write my goodbyes on a piece of paper and look at her photo one last time and call my best friend and tell him i enjoyed the times we had but now i must go because I'm ripped and shattered inside and I'm tired of sleepless nights and seeing her face when i finally close my eyes but now I'm going to pull that trigger and close my eyes forever and not to see the light of day anymore

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