trembling fingers,
shaky hands;
pull the trigger,
story ends.
loud voices
in your head,
shut them out,
no regrets.
pool of blood,
cold hard ground;
lifeless body,
safe and sound.

a/n:
is this some kind of suicidal poetry? oh no, it isn't. i thought of this just now and i don't know why or what made me write this but... hey, i missed you all! :)

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