bullet
bullet to the back of my head i fall to the ground..
i feel the shattered copper burst inside of me.
i ask my self am i going to die?
i feel alive but am i? i slowly close my eyes and think about the mayhem going on inside of me .
quickly heart dont stop give me one more beat i promise this time ill cry....
why wont any one come and pound on my chest and wipe this mistake away. i cry inside but does that matter
oo god i don want to die ......
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