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Aug 2013
So long He waits for nothing to come
He waits and waits he holds his gun
Thoughts pass him by he feels the pain
He holds his gun his heart feels the strain.

Gun at his head he's lost his will
Hand on the trigger he holds it still
Ready to pull he takes one last breath
His memories flash by there's nothing left

He's lost himself he's lost within
He wonders why his life wont begin
Last steps taken there no turning back
All this regret opens like a crack

He pulls the trigger as memories pass him by
No one but him knows the reasons why
With this in mind he pushes ahead
Knowing he's alone he'd rather be dead

Now you see for he is me
This person is what I chose to be
All the pain and hurt inside
Creates this man for who I hide.
James Bakas
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   Alvira Perdita
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