Day #12: 6/23/13

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I hear the rain

The thunder clapping

I feel the pain

My ribcage snapping

My tears drying

You say no words

I have to stop crying

I hear no birds

I feel the metal

As it enters my chest

I flutter like a petal

Into eternal rest

My very last glance

Was at your face

Giving me a chance

To find my place

You whisper the three

As the trigger is pulled

"I love you, Caitie"

Now my blood flows cold.

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