Weak Suicider
All your life you've been pushed around,
Always having to look up from down on the ground,
Your body now surges with sorrow and rage,
Deciding your lifes book is on the last page,
A single shot rings out in December,
Maybe now everyone will remember,
How dangerous it is to be so mean,
Everyone now wishes they could go back to wipe the slate clean
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