The barrel of a gun never felt so good against my hand. tears Burning my cheeks and sirens sounding off. the dark room shinning blue and red. My index finger curled around the trigger with the gun cocked to the side. Aiming directly at the devil in disguise. Aiming directly at the same person who ended what felt like my life and started life else where. Aiming directly at the same person who is now trying to make me not exist in this world. You Live and learn. You Run Game. But If You Gone Run Game... Best believe someone knows how to play it better. ☾ ☽
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