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May 2013
Blood on the floor
Heart out the door
I'm 99 percent sure I can't do anymore
Here I'd be standing, but standing's demanding
So I stay on my knees, no idea what you're planning

Wrong to presume
****, this suit's new
Burning from the bullet, mixed blood, me and you
So afraid to ask if I'll live or is the casket...
Pause on that thought, because I'm too afraid to ask it

Body like lead
Ringing in my head
Got to get up or I'm gonna' get dead
What went south is what keeps nagging about
Small room, then boom, we shot, no room for doubt

Stumbling on
Knowing you're not gone
Blood from on the floor, out the door, brain beats brawn
Leading to an open door, adrenaline pumps my core
I don't need this anymore, my whole body ****** sore

Gun *****, breaking in
Shot rings again
I yell for you to come from your place round the bend
My mistake was made and with my life I will pay
As you come from the door behind me, you shoot, and you win
Nik Bland
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Nik Bland  30/M/Port Charlotte, FL
(30/M/Port Charlotte, FL)   
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