the words i heard in my head until the bullet hit

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delving within my thoughts i

open my eyes to see

nothing though i am

troubled by my frigid past

doubted that anything could last

i wished and hoped but nothing

ever came true

probably only made things worse

later you left and i wallowed

everyday being mocked by my

airways forcing me to breathe

slower and slower until

everything just stopped.

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