How do you do this all the time? Murder on my mind. I pull the trigger, as I look in the mirror. I just killed a little girl. My dad calling me a whore as I held the gun up. Eyes so empty, already dead. Ending the voices in my head. Bang. I'm the murder of myself with you on the bullet so you were the last thing that went through my head.
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