I was walking home
Getting the feeling Im getting followed
I start to run
deep in the forests
i Jump a mile
the dark haired guy
Pushes me up a tree
I yell, scream, fight
He kisses me
he made me kiss him
I could feel that I was going to die soon
He noticed he commited a crime
He grabs a gun out of his pocket
I couldn't see that gun if it were rainbow
he presses it on my head
not knowing whats he doing
I die.
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