![]() [untitled]A Poem by Jordonhe lay down barrel to head. wishing this moment he were already dead. crushed by the hopes of a hopeless dream. the stitches in his heart start to tear at the seams. he takes a deep breath this is taking too long. a pull of the trigger its over, hes gone © 2008 Jordon |
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Added on October 20, 2008 Author
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