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I have it by the hand, ready to pull the triger, waiting for someone to help me, maybe even save me form this night mare inside of me, i set both hand ready to pull, when the dog starts barking and i come out of my daze, i walk in the park close to the kids that play till dust, i see a little girl just like me, wonting someone in her life, so i stop and say hello, everything happen way to fast did not know what was coming out of my mouth, till i heard the voice come to my ears, hello their, where is your mommy dear, yet for i remember running, and getting bit, from the screams that haunted till the very next day, i woke up from that night, just to see that same little girl, sitting their crying asking for her mother, Oh how dare she, after what I did, i saved her from the evil, into the light, or is it the oppsite way?, I thought about letting her go, till i saw the news, said her name in all, showed her mother crying, and whinning for her baby girl, Oh how dare she to leave this little girl, maybe i could let her go, yet for jail will follow behind, i'm breathing heavey and scared, futher this gose, the guns come back, with the little girl in my room with all my dresses, and things, i'm in the bathroom with the gun to my head, hear a knock at the door, for they saw the cameras on the street, as i began to cry, and a flash back comes back, i was the little girl waiting for my mom to come back, for this little girl has a mom that loves her dear, my mom left, me just a little girl on the street, for the last thing i spoke was a prayed to the man up above asking him to forgive me, then my finger pulled, and i heard a bang, and saw a light for no more paine will come.