They have an impulsion disorder
grabbing the gun in the worst of quandary's
They think it's their only option
Grimaces and frowns have made them weary
A metallic black gun, they hold in shaking hands
and gaze at it with an overwhelming confusion
what are they doing with such a deadly weapon
It all seemed like a lethal illusion
The sky is a thick twilight
filled with ultraviolet rays and mystique
for a moment they feel euphoria
the feeling is strong but their heart is just too weak
The gun is pressed against a head
delicate fingers rest on the precarious trigger
BANG, sudden vibrations shake an entire being
cascading towards the ground releasing all the last vigor
Their face has changed from a powder pink to a crimson shade
with frowning faces they cover them with a sheet
They embraced death like everyone told them to
their life of misery has ended with defeat
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in this line Their face has changed from a power pink to a crimson shade
---you used (power) instead of (powder)
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I really enjoyed your wonderful piece
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Sorry bout that, it was meant to be Powder and has been changed!
it was truly well written
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