The Night You Died
here and now
By Lizzie AlanPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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The night he died he messaged me.
The night she died I could have messaged her.
A shotgun to his face.
A needle in her vein.
I think about you both every day.
The hurt, the pain, why did you have to go?
The walls saw everything.
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Lizzie Alan
Just a girl with a lot of words in her head and heart.
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