Final Moments

Final Moments

She had no choice, she knew this, yet,
she couldn’t help, being crippled with regret.

Looking into his eyes, blazing with fear and pain,
she tried to convey, that she was feeling the same.

However, she knew this was false, it couldn’t be true,
for it wasn’t her, who was being executed.

She was just the one who had to do it.

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