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His veins were pulsing
His hands running through his hair
He tried to laugh
But the tears were still there

He grabbed a stool and hit the wall
He fell down with it
And curled in to a ball

He said he hated himself
He said it was all his fault
And I stood by helplessly with no reply
As he cried out for help

But what could I do
His words couldn’t be more true
For the gun in his hand was the reason she was dead