Mary's p.o.v
While we were having fun in the sun,
your hands longed to hold a gun.
You were so young and strong.
Old age appeared to be a
possible reality for
you. How could've I
known what was to come.

Mary's p.o.v
While we were having fun in the sun,
your hands longed to hold a gun.
You were so young and strong.
Old age appeared to be a
possible reality for
you. How could've I
known what was to come.
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