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Contemplating With A Gun.......And Life
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on the edge...contemplating with a gun...defining death...
block out all the actions around me...become purposely deaf...
pondering...extracting bad thoughs from my mind...
i want to be known as happy...if i finally decide to die...
the gun shakes...as if it really wants to be used...
My life isnt worth living...been brutally abused...
fine physically...but mentally...i'm bruised...
...i dont want continue...
i want to die...holdin back tears...even though i'm alone...
...i feel i'll look silly if i cry...
on the edge...contemplating with a gun...defining death...
block out all the actions around me...become purposely deaf...
...i realize...somehow this world isnt right...
no one ever has a happy life...'all been through some kind of strife...
...hurt in some way...tears or blood shed...
...always something painful has to be said...
pondering...extracting bad thoughs from my mind...
i want to be known as happy...if i finally decide to die...
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