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Nov 2017
He came out of the house with a gun
(And hat on his head)
like the dead shining sun,
He Stared at all the people who gave him a bitter stun,
//And he looked at them deeper//
And he wondered if it was alright to have blood on his hand
(just for some traumatic-fun)
//This happened in a small room inside the brain where all the dreams would run.//
//All the nightmares screen as he is seeing himself burn//
He jumps out the window
and makes his way to the pool,
jumping into the water,
his burns got cool.
Grandma always told him how to find his tools
Just in case it needed for him to flee from fools.
Now it looks like he is here to fire
Just when the burning  heals,  
He will set up-foot killing anyone he desires.
Thesunking
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Thesunking  26/M/Bangalore, India
(26/M/Bangalore, India)   
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