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My Love. |
| Written by Nate Stanford | |
| Tuesday, 25 March 2008 | |
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I come to you, my love. With a dear, but severe request. End this hapless life of mine, my love. If you really loved me, you'd put that bullet through my chest.
I hope to leave you soon, my love. But always remember a last word. Its about Life, Love, and Liberty, my love. Give me my freedoms like a high soaring bird.
You are not at fault, my love. You weren't the one who did this. I will give you a parting gift, my love. I have nothing to give but a kiss.
Now that I have left this world, my love. My eyes are upon you, from farther than the moon. If you could give me one more thing, my love. It would be to come and join me soon.
Copyright 2008 Nate Stanford |
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