He took a life.
He took his own.
One icicle bullet
through another
man's heart.
It was planned.
It was carried out.
He didn't know
what the after
effects would be.
He went insane.
He took his life.
A head in a noose.
A head in a rope of sheets.
One disagreement
brought out his
birth defect.
He was a reject.
He was a coward.
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