something deep inside of her
snapped.
the beat to her own heart
stopped.
the love that she gave out
gave up.
the boy that she loved
stopped loving her.
everything she knew
faded to black.
nothing could stop her this time.
she would stare death in its' pathetic face
and give it a big
'is that all you've got?'
-s.h.-
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The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
