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I look up into the sky

I see the stars

Wouldn't it be nice to be up in the stars?

I look up again

I see the moon

Wouldn't it be nice up with the moon?

To set my body to rest and let my spirit roam there

Not having to listen to people, talking behind my back

Not having to listen to the constant fighting of warring parents

Not having to feel the constant tension at home

I go inside

To my room

Pull out the gun

And go back outside

I look up

Hold the gun up to my head

And fire

A moment later Im up with the stars and moon

And I sigh