lunes, 14 de noviembre de 2011

Hurt






I feel like our world's been infected& somehow you left me neglected.
Take a breath, take it deep
Calm yourself, he says to me
If you play, you play for keeps
Take a gun, & count to three
I’m sweating now, moving slow
No time to think, my turn to go
& You can see it through my chest
& I’m terrified but I’m not leaving
Know that I must must pass this test
So just pull the trigger.

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