All to an end

by Whispy.Gypsy   Jan 28, 2011


Two bullets
two guns
two people
two triggers
once to get it right
twice the pain to go away
two hearts ripped apart
one body found
the other missing
suicide, the answer
help, the reason to act
through the tears the pain will end
nothing ever again to go wrong
so hold hands
pull the triggers
and have it all come to an end

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