Bullet

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2003

Sometimes,

You're like a bullet in my head.

But instead of just killing me,

You make me wish that I was dead.



You just sit there,

Entombed within my mind.

In my thoughts,

My dreams, my hopes, everything I find.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hmm... Finally a new poem ^_^;  I acctually thought about this at work O.o;  funny huh?  I dunno if it's any good, but... eh *shrugs*

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tight piece