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The queen gave you a gun

In hopes to use it against yourself.

Instead,

You gracefully placed it under the pillow

Where you lay your head at night.

That weapon is not mine, nor will it ever be.

 

Watch me walk away.

Watch me leave you.

I'm tired of your salty tears.

Your need to die.

I tried to help you.

I wanted to save you.

You were in my arms as your wrists bled.