Last woman
It's cold and dark and I couldn't see beyond the headlights coming at me. I turned to see the brake lights come on I could see a figure by the light of dawn gun shots rang out as I hit the ground I was all alone no one around. on the most of the morning I saw red and blue lights help was coming I'd be alright. but no one was helping no one came near only there voices is all I could hear. when the pain stop I got to my feet walked across the sidewalk and into the street I looked over my shoulder as I turned around and seen myself still on the ground. then it hit me like a ton of lead I'm not gonna make it I'm already dead. I started getting mad as this thought rushed in I'd never be with a woman again. if I'd a know that would be my last I'd a tore it up before I passed.
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