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Abraham Lincoln

I took a gun,

and put it to my head,

safety off,

fully loaded.

I didn't shake,

didn't hesitate.

Finger on the trigger,

finger on my fate.

Didn't breakdown,

didn't make a sound,

all I did was smile.

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Published: Sep 13, 2015
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