They were chasing us down street. Jerome fell and I stopped to go back for him. He was my best friend I couldn't let him go out alone. By time he got up he was tackled. He was beaten... I tried to help him but two other guys had slammed me into a wall and then onto the ground. They pulled out a gun and pointed it right to my head and said "you or him". I died inside. My chest caved in I started to panic. They led me on to believe if I took my life for his they'd let him walk free but when I said okay they shot Jerome right in front of me. Now its my turn...
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Pull The Trigger Bitch
PoetryJust poems that I have come up with during my spare time. Don't think I'm crazy I just like to think about random and crazy shit sometimes
