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Thu, 24.09.2009

MY CLOSEST COMPANION by Ashley Lauren Coleman.

My closest companion as a thug was my gun.
It shot and killed; now the case in undercover for what I’ve done.
Why did I do this?
I’m causing so much pain-it was my companion that committed that shame!

As my companion reached another’s hands-my life was taken as I ran.
Now I lay in stupidity-Yes-its killing me.
Why does it have to be this way, it was a companion, that got rid of me.

It’s either you-or the gun.
That’s why there are decisions.
If you make the right decision and be positive, trust me-non of this would have begun….

Copyright Ashley Lauren Coleman, January 1999.

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