It's just a poem that came to me. I'm not the greatest poem writer but
sometimes decent things come to me.
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James kissed her forehead as he said goodbye
He knew he wouldn't like it but it's time for her to die
Mary was so sick that she could barely breathe
This was going to hurt him more than she'd believe
He let out a little sigh placed the pillow on her head
It'd only be a minute and then she would be dead
When the task was over tears had stung his eyes
He'd have to think of something to ease the hows and whys
After it was dealt with it was buried in his mind
But then something would change that with a letter he would find
It said it was from Mary her name was on the back
Nothing else was on it the address is what lacked
The writing looked familiar a lot like his wife's
He knew that couldn't be 'cause he'd taken her life
As he read the letter he got a little chill
It said that she was waiting back in Silent Hill
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Flames are accepted has long as you don't make me feel degraded. Okay? I
know it's not the best and the name doesn't exactly fit but ... shrug