Random short poem I found. Sounds so depressing, but accepting at the same time.
I can't blame you for this. I should've seen it coming.
It was my fault, I suppose.
I provided the gun.
I provided the ammo.
I provided the easy target.
Come on now, baby.
Put me out of my misery.
Here we go, will you pull the trigger now?
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Stories that are basically pointless, originally written to reacquire the writing touch I never had.
3 comments:
Dude, nice. Depressing but I 'feel' it, man. Who's the poet?
- Your Koala -
koala - glad that someone felt it. i wrote it a couple of days ago.
fantastic, I'm proud of you, dude...
_koala_
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