My mind races
Battling with itself
As I try
To hold on
To what’s left of life
The power
In my hands
One decision
To determine
The course
Of my soul less being
One decision
To seal my fate
I hesitate
Close my eyes
One deep breath
And the path
Of my life
Is decided
The bullet
Once out of the gun
Can not return
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