my body burned,
fiery red,
words deeply etched into my skin,
words i despise,
i feel,
cool metal touch my inner elbow,
a roaring sound,
entered my ear,
a searing pain escaped through my joint,
i scream,
the gun falls from my hand,
it takes awhile,
for the pain to subside,
i reach back for it,
i aim the nozzle,
at my right knee,
i fire,
then i fire again,
and again,
until i can't move anything,
my last breath,
threatens to leave me,
i let it...
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i made this account when i was in the 8th grade! can you imagine? I CANT.