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FINAL POEM( This is the poem that I am having published )
I run the cold steel of the barrel across my forhead... I can feel the urge to pull come over me as I think.... How did I ever get this far in my despair... was there no one there to care enough for me... My hands are sweating as they grip the handle... the handle of my savouir as I had called it... I wonder who will miss me or if they will... barrel to my temple..cold as ice..no feelings... first click of the hammer and I miss you already... Second click and I start to cry for your love.. third click my last chance at life.... the Hammer falls and I gasp....fear? gun drops and I follow along to the ground... Wasn't that easy...how could you let me? Chris aka Wingman
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