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Silver Revolver Part XX

I had notice the young boy who hadn’t left me alone in the city.
He was walking with a limp and cut up face.

He did no speaking when he came to my viewing.
He starred without even winking.

The boy had fallen to the sand.
The young man didn’t get up he was passed out in the sands; it was about half way in the night before the young boy woke up with a word.

He woken up with sweat beating down his face he had screamed the word no over and over. He had passed away threw the night from his own terrors.

I worked all threw the mourning digging the boys grave.
I was left with more mystery’s to be solved.

Susan was left in a city of some sort and what I do run.
For all I know now is that she is as well dead as this young man is.

She had once said to me. To be brave you must let yourself go and not look into the future.

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