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A Poem by Jordon

he 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

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