Stop

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    Stop
    I hate this
    It has to stop
    Just one bullet
    One single shot
    This is my life
    It has to end
    Can't go on
    It's over now
    The place where I
    Lay down my head
    Will soon become
    My death bed
    No more teary eyes
    And words that cut
    Like razor sharp knives
    Good-bye to the pain
    I feel day after day
    I have to say
    This is my only way
    To get away
    Only way to get out
    Listen to my cries
    Cause I refuse to shout
    As I let my self go
    My only way to
    Make it stop is
    Just one bullet
    One single shot
    And this is the end
    Of a life short lived...

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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