what would it be like
to press a gun to my head?
to have silvery cold bring forth
flashes of my life-
but what life would I remember?
what hate-filled, spite-ridden hours would present themselves?
what mediocrity would I be met with?
and why would I not pull the trigger?
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
what would it be like
to press a gun to my head?
to have silvery cold bring forth
flashes of my life-
but what life would I remember?
what hate-filled, spite-ridden hours would present themselves?
what mediocrity would I be met with?
and why would I not pull the trigger?
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