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The black Hole

 Of this day grow; as I’m set here looking into the sunset; the colors fade to black, engrossing my mind into bewildering thoughts; an of voice’s unheard by other. This black hole has consumed my very soul, leaving nothing but a endless hole; of hate an insanity. as I feel this gun against your head; and wonder why you’re not dead. But I find myself in this place of no light knowing;  in time you’re soul will bleed. Theses uncontrollable voice’s, has me in a mad frame of mind. There is something wrong with me inside this darken  reality; of murder an  hate. I just want to kill  you with all my hate; this is your fate you have brought me to this endless space; that’s lacking  compassion  I must escape, from this anger and pain; I got to run from this place an these sad existences  I call a life. So I pull the trigger you’re dead and from this black hole I finally  escape. Because I empted the gun in your fucking face, now they will put you in the grave; a black hole you will never escape may  you rest in fucking.
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