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I'm close, I can feel the barrel of the gun. It's cold hard frame pressed against my twists. My finger inching the trigger back, as i take a deep breath. A single bullet, A one way trip to an eternal dream. See cause i smile you looked at my cover never reading a page. My book is not as it seems it will make a smile fade. I never wanted this exit but i'm at my last stage. Me a Death has come to an agreement that are wants are mutual. So as this bullet rockets into my skull as if a pass hurled down a field my brain receives it. My heart stops like the crowd of the opposing team. Like a referee, Death signals the game of live over.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
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I'm close, I can feel the barrel of the gun. It's cold hard frame pressed against my twists. My finger inching the trigger back, as i take a deep breath. A single bullet, A one way trip to an eternal dream. See cause i smile you looked at my cover never reading a page. My book is not as it seems it will make a smile fade. I never wanted this exit but i'm at my last stage. Me a Death has come to an agreement that are wants are mutual. So as this bullet rockets into my skull as if a pass hurled down a field my brain receives it. My heart stops like the crowd of the opposing team. Like a referee, Death signals the game of live over.
brandon-edwards
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
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