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Jan 2021
***** a silencer to my mouth
I’ll shoot myself anyways

Lining up my hateful names and
all the stupid things I’ve done

Load them into the chamber
one
by
one

My cylinders full
Ready to take my aim
Pull back the hammer
Click…

Bang!

If sticks and stone may break my bones
Whats the harm?
Written by
Amanda Simard  33/F/Canada
(33/F/Canada)   
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