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Barrel of a 45
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Sad\Depressing Poems Staring down the barrel of a forty five
Never did I imagine this would be my life
Sick of where I am heading
Walking myself down a dead end
I load the gun with the bullets
I know it is time to find the trigger and pull it
I have tried to get up, but the holes have only gotten deeper
and the mountain to climb to find hope has only gotten steeper
but as I put my hand on the trigger
my mind fills with all these different thoughts
the memories we used to shared
and everything she had that i did not
hands shaking, i put down the gun
I thought tonight would be the last one
guess I was wrong again
and for another night I will continue living
