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The Final Release
You tried to talk to me that day
I told you to go away
You told me if I could only see
What you'd become
But I couldn't
I wish you hadn't left me
I followed you into your room
What were you doing with that gun?
You told me you would be departing soon
I laughed, said it wouldn't help to run
You wanted to be set free
I wish you hadn't left me
You told me it was about time you fled
It was only then I realized you meant dead
You told me you were going, going, gone
That you'd been trying to talk to me since dawn
You said there was no way out
And then I knew what you were talking about
You held the gun to your head
You pulled the trigger
Everything clicked, what you said
My scream didn't matter in the end
You finally got to flee
I wish you hadn't left me
By Christie Clark
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