Nothing
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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