Cold steel,
Heavy intent,
Run.
Round in the chamber,
Cocked gun,
Run.
To the floor it falls,
Firing upon the ground,
Bullet chasing,
Run.
Ive changed my mind,
I want to live
But the bullet is chasing,
Running out of time,
Mind is heavy,
The question why?
Why did one think, must I die,
All one wanted, was to be seen,
But now I lay dying,
This my final scene.
-JLCROW
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Fractured Mind, Heavy Soul
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