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One time I wrote a poem that said

Shoot me in the back of the head

But don't make a mess, I don't want

My last act to be one of charity

From a stranger in a strange land

I know I won't be alone because

I have you

To pull the trigger

And I always pictured myself in front

Of a mirror in that sand situation

I'm ready to forget I say to myself

And in the mirror one thousand screams

Shatter face, and infinity complexities

Upholding the immortal archway at once

And also the same, walking through the

Gate to find thyself in flames.

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