Ergo, you didn't love me: a bullet to my heart.
Cold copper shocks the muscle,
pumping gun powder, poison to my veins.
Shrapnel shreds the ribs,
my chest caves in.
You didn't love me; you robotic machine.
A bullet to my head, shattering my skull.
My brain leaks. The crowd shrieks.
A bullet to my pretty face.














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