The Night Tradgey Struck, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for 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.
Posted: 2005-10-30 15:41:40 UTC

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