Metal glistens in my hand,
Like the sparkle of the sun
Reflecting off a car at dusk.
My shoulders are heavy
With the weight of the world.
I know this is the solution
To all my problems.
The answer is light,
Compared to the burden
Tied tight to my back,
And overwhelming my mind.
They scream at me not to,
As I spin the chamber -
Clicking as it turns.
As the waves of the ocean
After a storm, I am calm.
Clicking and screaming
Fall on dead ears
As I pull the trigger back.
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