Ross

Suicide Fantasy

Copyright, Ross

Sweet release give me peace

take my soul turn my blood cold.See me lying in a pool of my on blood still gripping

the gun that put an end to my

misery.colt 45 with a smoking

barrel.I had to end it the pain was unbearable.My time is now the end is near so i put the barrel to my head. I pulled the trigger now im dead.

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