Blackmail

I have a bullet in my chest and I'm about to die.

I saw a man kill his wife and I decided to blackmail the guy.

I'm really scared, I didn't count on getting shot.

I asked him for a quarter of a million but a bullet was what I got.



I should've called the police and turned him in.

Now I'll never be able to make love or even see a sunrise again.

He just drove away and the time I have left is getting shorter and shorter.

He will be brought to justice because I just named him as my killer on my tape recorder.

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This is a fictional poem

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