This bullet loaded

January 10, 2018

This bullet

This gun

I loaded it with words

I loaded it with heartache

As I pull the tigger

The past replays

Memories run through my head

Tear's fall from my eye's

Then a blast rings out

The blood runs on the floor

Finally the pain has ended

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