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I lay here with this gun to my head

Wondering if this is what I want to do

But as those words cross my mind I pull the trigger

As my head sinks into the puddle of blood that is now my pillow,

I wonder if I have finally done it,

but as i process the thought that has entered my head

I open my eyes only to see the bullet in the puddle of blood

on my bed

once again

I am rejected by death.