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Tears fall to her cheeks,

Small girl consumed with pain.

Cold shallow breaths,

And the scent of blood and bullets.

She knows that it hurts,

Still she tries to hide it.

Standing tall with shoulders square,

And no one sees her.

And she falls to the ground,

Because she has no more faith.

When she breathes her final breath,

And whats lost is found.

Then she reaches her final peace,

With a bullet in her heart.

Then he sees what he's done,

And falls to his knees.

He flings his gun into a lake,

And wishes it were him.

And marvels at her beauty,

Inside and out.

He holds her memory strong,

Because he knows that her death,

Is his fault.