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Sep 2018
In his head there's a gun
His body wants to run
But his mind keeps him still
The gun is aimed to ****

He doesn't want to shoot
He's not a willing recruit
The safety's not on
The world is now gone

He's begging to stop
But the barrel won't drop
His voice is getting desperate
His thoughts are never seperate

There's a gun inside his head
Bang! And there he's dead
Oliver
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Oliver  20/FTM/lost somewhere
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