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I sit in my room wondering

i wonder what life is worth

i think what was the meaning of my birth

why am i even here

i then pick up a gun

i take it and pull back the trigger

i slowly point the gun to my head

i said that with in seconds i will be dead

i think about what i am doing

i then pull the trigger back

it clicks and nothing happens

i then check to see if i have bullets

i do but its not working

why wont i die

this world is just a lie

why must i sit here day after day and cry

when all i do is stay still and sie

this is the end i then shoot the gun again i die