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Elly
It was too much to bear
The hurt and despair
Of knowing too much
Yet longing for touch
As her pulled at her hair
Too lost to care
For the one whom he loved
Had flown far above
The thick air around him
Threatening to crush him
And there in his arms
a dead girl�s charms
Tears stream down his face
As he thinks of a place
To dispose of the gun
And forget what he�s done
To move on from this pain
Break free from his chains
Yet that dark little room
Would become his own tomb
As, blinded by pain
He would once again
Raise the gun to his head
And join the choir of dead