It was yet another sunny day, so Johnny decided to go for a walk. As Johnny walks down Main Street he encounters an antique store and enters.
He walks down the aisles, examining old china plates and figurines, he picks up a small heavy pistol and traces the intricate carvings on the barrel of the gun, with his index finger.
A feeling of abet surges through him, his body having a mind of its own, Johnny raises the pistol to his temple; adrenaline pumps though his veins.
He inhales sharply as his finger pulls the trigger...
But of course the gun was empty
he exhales.
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In which a guy always has suicide on his mind.
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Insignificant
Poetryinsignificant ɪnsɪɡˈnɪfɪk(ə)nt/ adjective 1. too small or unimportant to be worth consideration. 2. meaningless crappy insignificant poetry about an insignificant person.
