Reality...

Stop, breat, listen.
You feel your heart beat.
Steady, but growing.
Your breath quickens.
You start to panic.
Your mind is spinning.
The gun's pointed to your head.
The thoughts flood your head.
You say you're weak, you know it's true.
But then you stop, breath, listen.
Pull the trigger.
You're still here, because there were no bullets.

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Wow...did this actually happen to you?

T. J. Blankenship

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