The Night Tradgey Struck

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By LaShawnna

I was lying in bed the night tragedy struck.He came bursting through the bedroom door, I seen that he had been crying.He ran over to me,and he crawled under the covers, and snuggled close to me.Then he whispered " I love you." Then before I knew what was going to happen he pulled a gun out, and shot himself dead.His blood flowed all over my body, I remember this night very well because that was the night tragedy struck.

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