The Night My Heart Stopped Beating

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By LaShawnna •

I got the message before I went to bed, I was really tired. Then the phone rang, and they said that you were dead.That was the night my heart stopped beating, they said they found you dead with a gun in your hand.I tried denying it, but In my heart I knew you were dead, that was the night my heart stopped beating I kept asking myself.Why, why, why? I'll never forget the night my heart stopped beating.

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