Life Is To Hang On To - Poem by Khaldun Atum
Why did she leave, I know not,
What went wrong, have I hurt her naught?
We had it all, we were a happy lot,
I don't understand, please forget me not.
Flowers for you, a gun for me,
I'll put myself out of this misery,
I grasp the trigger and pull,
My last vision was you, your heart full.
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