Diary 4
I died that night My body lightens in the breeze My soul will never by at ease I just might I just might pull the trigger to night I see the bullet in the barrel My hands shaking after that quarrel With your name engraved on the bullet My head screaming "Just pull it!!!" With unresolved hate And a unloving mate I have nothing I am nothing I'm no one I'm Nemo I am no one for anyone I'm a lonely crow
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