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Bullet

As I sit here

With these tears

Of regret pouring

Down my hot cheeks,

 

You tell me everything

Will be okay,

Because you still love me.

But you don't

 

Understand that

Nothing is okay with me now,

Nothing.

I can't eat, I can't sleep,

 

I can't think.

My life is completely

Torn to shreds without you.

I have nothing left to live for,

 

I have nothing left to lose.

I just lost my everything,

So what's the point in trying?

There will already

 

Be a bullet through

My head when you answer

That question.

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dakota-schmidt
German
Published
Nov 13, 2010
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