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Yellow Bullet

I'm burning up
with these yellow bullets
the gun still smoking in my hand
each release leaves a mark
chaotic blood running down my arm
I pull the trigger just one more time
hoping and pleading that it will be
my very last before I descend
to where I finally belong
In hell

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