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My hand is shaking
I try to hold the gun up steady
I Look in the mirror
As the angel sets at its ready
Blood rushes freely
Sweating down my palm
Burning voices in my head
Impossible to stay calm
Tension seals my body
My blood comes to an icy boil

Breath suits hot to the touch
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