Lost dreams

I have seen my death so many times

I lost count.

I don’t know whether I’m coming or going

Who’s behind the guns? As I take a closer look.

It’s as if I’m looking in the mirror

I’m no longer in the driving seat

I’m the passenger with no seat belt

Should I aim for my heart or blow my brains out

I’m getting nervous

I’m getting anxious

No time for second thoughts

It’s do or die time

I should have pulled the trigger

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