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by Shannon Feb 17, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Go to that place I know he will be ready for his look. I know what I will findwhen there, seeing what he took. I stand there all alone breathing getting slow. He will come soon ready for me, all of this I know. He comes forward and tilts his head considering me. I tilt my head the other way, just so I can't see. I see him smile and I smile back thinking in my head. I'll leave this place full of junk, positively dead. He lifts the gun and shoots me down man, he knows the score. There I lay on the ground there for ever more.