Head spinning.
Mind numb.
Crazy feeling.
Hired gun.
Sent him here.
With a hand gun.
Take my life.
Fire gun.
Take my life.
I am not the one,
To turn my life around.
I am done.
Paid him off.
No tracking gun.
Tell him off,
If he misses the shot.
Only got one target.
Aim straight.
To my head.
Take a hit.
I am not the one.
Surely I would hope,
To be gone.
Hired gun.
Target one.
Aim straight to my cranium.
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PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
