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Triggerfinger
Helpless,
Problems become bigger.
Nervous,
Finger on the trigger.
Gun to my head,
To shoot I tend.
Only seconds
From my own end.
I don't get enough,
Can't desire less.
I can not go on,
I have to confess.
Life is fading out,
Mom was never proud.
And daddy was hating
The child he left
waiting
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