Before
As I stood infront of the mirror wearing my dark clothes and holding my gun...I stopped to think...Is this really what I want to do?
Will doing this solve everything?
Does justice need to be served?
...
Too many questions but no answers, i stood there for a good 5 minutes staring a hole right through myself. I start to get withdrawl symptoms from the drugs, i take out a packet of cigarettes...none left...damn...
My hands begin to shake as i stare at myself in the mirror for the last time before i throw the gun at the mirror as it smashes into millions of pieces i fall down to my knees and cry...This dissastifying feeling is not what i wanted to have...i cannot let myself break down....too little too late...
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Wednesday, 17 October 2007
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