Between the chaotic soul and quite voices
Somehow saving a gun is the only choice
Whether to use it in the time of need
Or simply a complete reassurance
Of ability to kill the inside demons.
You gave me a ring of promises and I remember you wearing your bright yellow t-shirt I laughed, I joked about it, you laughed But when I wake up I breathe into nothing other than the feeling of your ring on my finger and the reality that you are already long gone
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