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Secrets collect, lies regret 
This gun I hold steady, I'm almost ready
      One second 
Just one thought
    An idea...
A reality to a quiet whisper places the shiver.
Hidden in these sick thoughts, hidden in this something of nothing...
I could let go 
I could disappear....
   I could become a quiet whisper forgotten and forgiven, something of nothing, this is all just something for nothing



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