a letter

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to the people that ruined me:
1. you (you know who you are)
2. your lies (they ended me)
3. your smile (it was the death of me)
4. your angry words (not my fault)

i have five words:

you deserve whatever you get.

that being said, my hands are itching
towards the gun that hangs
from the rusted hook on the wall,

but i can't do it;
because i know that there is only one
person to blame,
one person whose blood is on my hands,
one person whose thoughts deserve
to stop because of the one-second
pain
of a twisted bullet;

mine.

..........................
dedicated to the people who love me. i don't know why you put up with my shit, but i appreciate that you do.
<3

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