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Created on 3-31-07
As I press the barrel,
To the roof of my mouth,
They scream 'Pull the trigger!'
I am so confused.
I want for them nothing...
What have I got to lose?
Either way my pride is hammered,
Either way I die.
Some say 'Sky's the limit'
...If only I could fly.
Forget-Me-Not's are not in bloom!
And neither is the season.
I can't take the final step,
Nor can I the treason.
So I sit here idle.
Wishing there was more..
There isn't.
To the roof of my mouth,
They scream 'Pull the trigger!'
I am so confused.
I want for them nothing...
What have I got to lose?
Either way my pride is hammered,
Either way I die.
Some say 'Sky's the limit'
...If only I could fly.
Forget-Me-Not's are not in bloom!
And neither is the season.
I can't take the final step,
Nor can I the treason.
So I sit here idle.
Wishing there was more..
There isn't.
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