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the small gun

It was so close

I held it tightly in my hands

I smiled

one last time

I tried to come across one reason to stay

sighing I couldn't find one

alone

I turned off the lights

the cracked mirror reflected my act

it's too late

you can't save me

what seemed a thousand years

was just a couple of seconds

it was all just a dream

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