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Two Slugs May Be A Blessing
Agony fills me, cold sweats and night terrors haunt me.
My soul locked in chains bruised and bloody.
The grip so warm almost burning my hand, the barrel ice cold against my skin. When it's held this way there's no reason for the front or rear sight.
My stomach clenches with nauseasness, my body convulses as fever strikes me.
Words don't hurt they lacerate for eternity!
Anxiety rips me as I tremble to squeeze the trigger.
The chill of the cylinder prest against my temple, Lord knows my head is pounding, my heart is aching, my soul is twinging; while pain circulates in my ...