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My finger curled around the trigger
The barrel at my head,
This pain i will suffer no more
For soon i will be dead.
Life has dragged on and on
The shit which i endure,
The bullet in the chamber
It is the only cure.
No longer shall i suffer
I'll find the peace i need,
There is no one who'll miss me
No one to watch me bleed.
I'm sure i will be dead soon
The blood runs down my back,
My body slowly cooling
Vision fading black.
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