"Tonight..."
I whisper to myself,
Gliding my fingers
Across smooth metal.
Anticipation grows
Wasting the day.
Little do they know,
It could be my last.
Time has come
I pull out the gun.
I know a fun game,
Who wants to play?
The chamber clicks
As it spins round.
Beads of sweat make
Their way from pores.
"Don't do it! Please!"
They're shouting.
But, I'm done,
I'm ready to go.
The chamber locks.
Shouting embraces
My ears as I pull back
And
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