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events are insane,

life taking advantage of my brain,

grasp a pistol

press it against my head,

feel the cold metal kiss my flesh,

as my mothers kiss,

of life and thought,

spilling salted water from my eyes,

reflecting my minds thoughts,

all blurry,

creating a great emotion of confusion,

disillusion,

simply trying to create a solution,

maybe is better in a institution,

for I have torn my flesh,

my heart in million pieces it calmly rest,

my mind cant be put to no more test,

cause I have past them with success,

yet I still get the marks

of the cold metal in the side of my head,

a simple sound,

a simple object,

a simple event,

simply less than a second,

for my mind needs to calm,

yet after you give it all,

they lay you on the cement,

sharp knifes insert your hands,

lemon juiced spread in your flesh,

only reaction is a laughter,

a simple laugh,

for I can choose to get up,

try to hide the scars and wipe of the blood,

or maybe I should take that simple second,

that simple object,

in that simple event,

simply rest,

for I see young children battling cancer at age 1,

persons with no legs playing basketball,

people with no arms, creating great portraits,

for why would I simply conclude in a simple solution,

I must make the simple

a difficult and challenging theory

for my life’s conclusion