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Im holding the gun backwards
Go suck on a handgun, but
don't ever pull the trigger,
Thoughts so lost but i know i
still miss her
Time spent with her slows so
sweetly, and that bullet stops
mid flight and stares at me so
bleakly
And her smile makes me
ecstatic yet i run for the bleach,
how did this calm guy ever
sweep her off her feet?
At the eye of the storm its all
peace, as i watch my world
crumble but never does it
cease.
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