theres a click of a gun its pointed at you hold your breathe wish it wasn't you count to ten, let it out then start again hold your breathe thers not much for you to do hope not to splinter thoughts run through your mind count to ten, let it out then start again hold your breathe can't you hear the screams? nothing is real count to ten, let it out to bad to late start again
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