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I walk down the street tripping over my own feet, I cant even think im on the brink of falling i hear god calling, but its to late i already choose my fate, It fills like the worlds weight is on my shoulders it gets colder i cant breath. My head is spinning seems like the devils wining. i pull out my gun and stick it to my head pull the trigger im done im dead laying in my bed everything's done and said, These are my final words that will ever be heard.