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enough
My heart turns off,
My mind goes blank,
Thers no room left to think,
The seconds pass by as if it was a dream,
Soon he will find me,
All the feelings fade from my body,
And i feel like a zombie,
This is all to much,
I've had enough,
i'm going to end this myself,
I'm tired of him useing me as a punching bag for himself,
This is the last time it will be done,
I say as i load the gun,
I point the gun at the door,
Waiting for it to open,
Waiting for the chance to unload it,
I hear the footsteps coming down the hall,
My breath catches in my throat,
I cant breathe at all,
The door opens,
I close my eyes,
And pull the trigger.
My mind goes blank,
Thers no room left to think,
The seconds pass by as if it was a dream,
Soon he will find me,
All the feelings fade from my body,
And i feel like a zombie,
This is all to much,
I've had enough,
i'm going to end this myself,
I'm tired of him useing me as a punching bag for himself,
This is the last time it will be done,
I say as i load the gun,
I point the gun at the door,
Waiting for it to open,
Waiting for the chance to unload it,
I hear the footsteps coming down the hall,
My breath catches in my throat,
I cant breathe at all,
The door opens,
I close my eyes,
And pull the trigger.
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