As I sit here now cold and alone, I’m confined to a solitude I have never known. Silence, louder than the brightness of the sun, Brings uneasiness to my wake so I reach for the gun. I spin the chamber one last time. The one bullet in the gun will be a bullet in my mind. Hopefully there will be no heaven or god up above. Instead just me in a grave with all my unused love. Cock it back, point, aim, and ease the pain. But don’t worry honey your not to ....Birth sign: Leo
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