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My trigger finger is itching but it's not aimed at enemies
The tendons clench, my finger starts pinching, the barrel under neath my chin I see
My life flashing, like a strobe light in front of my eyes 
I clench them shut ready to say my last good byes
I recollect and collect the problems that got me here
Laughing and crying as tears steer there way off my face into this beer 
And I remember the 9 mill this metallic reaper bringing death so near
So close inches it would appear but I haven't pulled it yet for I'm giving into fear 
Giving into emotions
these explosions of feelings
sending shockwaves through the walls and ceilings
rattling the airwaves and collapsing my airways 
Feel like I'm a victim of implosion 
Cause I always bottle my problems until they drag me down with em
My daddy ended life this way maybe it's time I join the ranks with him
As i put this pen down I pray it won't be my last rhythm 
Live to write another day, I glance over see a picture of my family and I Kiss em......