Char (whispering_lies) wrote,
Char
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Obscured my obscurity..

.A Pistol's Grip.

and if it were to be done...
please, make it a quick, quick...
death.

but if I were to forget...
please, make it a quick, quick...
death.

alas, when you get your shot...
may I grip the slot?
to hollow out my existence
and forever be...
not.

feeling your hand slowly slip away
this was my last, my last time to...
the last time, I pray

and if it were to be done...
please, make it a quick, quick...
death.

but if I were to forget...
please, make it a quick, quick...
death.
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and now i sit, left, waiting for my quick, quick, death.
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you know how she is ... you know how she is with you.. how she holds it in as much as she can ..and lately it has shown ... it has shown so much ...that you should imagine how much she is still holdng in ...In her most needed hour...you shun her away... In her most depressive time you listen . you listen you listen more .. you act remorsful..but when the time comes you back away ...and she is left evaluating how she chooses her friends ..