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Pass Around the Handgun of Life
Contributed by
threeonone
on
Tuesday, 17th February 2004 @ 04:48:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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As I lift the handgun to my head,
I feel a swift breeze.
I think of all the things I will miss.
Folded paper in my pocket,
Walls spray-painted all around me.
Is this what it has come to?
A warm tear leaves my eye.
As I watch it fall to the floor,
My hands are clenched,
And my voice is shaky.
The cold tip of the gun lies against my head.
I exclaim the last words that will have leave my mouth.
“Goodbye my friend”
It’s all over.
I won’t be to school Monday.
Copyright ©
threeonone
... [
2004-02-17 16:48:30]
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Re: Pass Around the Handgun of Life
(User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on
Tuesday, 17th February 2004 @ 06:05:31 PM AEST
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Introspective death warrant of a suicide note? I guess this is what it has come to... dreary, but interesting.
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Re: Pass Around the Handgun of Life
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by bobotheclown on
Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 12:42:58 AM AEST
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I've been there before... although I hope this was just writing and u don't actually feel this way.
Walls spray-painted all around me.
I liked that line it intrigued me...
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