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Rhin
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*lights up a smoke*
picks up her revolver
opens the chamber
*takes a long, slow drag*
stares at the six little beds
who's the lucky one?
*takes a long, slow drag*
picks one bullet from the box
slides it in a chamber
*takes a long, slow drag*
mulls things over
ignores the ringing phone
*takes a long, slow drag*
spins the chamber
quick hand jerk
returned the chamber home
*takes a long, slow drag*
*flips cig into cup*
performs a show for one
"go ahead, make my day!"
remembers why she wants to play
*lights another smoke*
ponders self-destruction
wonders will it matter
(you bet your ass it matters)
*takes a long slow drag*
convinces self its not suicide
its just a game
*takes a long, slow drag*
points weapon at her face
*takes a long, slow drag*
*takes a long, slow drag*
listens to the cocking mechanism
*takes a long, slow drag*
*flips cig into cup*
slides barrel between her lips
caresses the trigger
itchy trigger finger
tastes the oil from the barrel
its just a game
right?
wrong!
realization sets in
consequences overwhelm
thus...
...she's still here
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