death please
shot her here
shot her now
thought the chest would be best
never again the feel the pain
this would be best
take your time don't go slow
the faster the better
life can't get any worse
so let's stop the process before it continues
here's the gun bullets already in it
don't be shy the heart will be fine
now pull it
don't look back
now gun is shot she can't feel anything
blackness as come
now it's done
by
newfie22posted on 09/09/2007
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