| She moved slowly in order not to wake him
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| I reassured her this was the right decision
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| She tenderly slipped her hand
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| Underneath his sleeping head
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| But when she withdrew his weapon
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| He began to stir
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| Which caused her to recede
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| I lied down on the floor next to him
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| Nodded approvingly
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| For her to end this nightmare
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| The gun went off and chunks of skull splattered
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| Onto my face and all over her night gown
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| A frenzy broke out overhead
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| The media overran our tiny town
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| Wondering what would drive a youth to kill
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| He was a horrible man
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| He beat me bloody and tore us down
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| Tormented us with his presence
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| Controlling us every single moment
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| This had been going on for far too long
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| We tried to escape but he soon found us
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| And dragged us back to where we belonged
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| These are the laws of the flesh
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| The consequences of our crime
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| Brought to light our suffering
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| Our tiny home was a war zone
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| Where pain flourished |