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You have the knife and I show you where my heart is. The blade is hovering right over the beats, but I know I'll be cutless. You have the poison and I'll pick out my favorite drink. One drop would be plenty, but I still take a swig. Your foot is on the gas, but I don't need a seat belt. A wrong turn and I'm dead, but I still roll down the window. You have the gun and you have a bullet. Where did you get it from? Will that bullet still blow my brains? Or is it a blank? Is it the right caliber? How will I know if the bullet is going to be instant? I know you not to shoot me, with all of my will, But if the bullet isn't trusted, how do I know it will ****
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
Firing Blanks
You have the knife and I show you where my heart is. The blade is hovering right over the beats, but I know I'll be cutless. You have the poison and I'll pick out my favorite drink. One drop would be plenty, but I still take a swig. Your foot is on the gas, but I don't need a seat belt. A wrong turn and I'm dead, but I still roll down the window. You have the gun and you have a bullet. Where did you get it from? Will that bullet still blow my brains? Or is it a blank? Is it the right caliber? How will I know if the bullet is going to be instant? I know you not to shoot me, with all of my will, But if the bullet isn't trusted, how do I know it will ****
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18/M/where mind and body meet
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
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