The last breath
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Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run.
Though there's no going back but the fear still lingers,
A smile creeps upon my face as I feel the gun's trigger .
As I rise the gun to my head,
I remember what my father once said,
"You're...
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run.
Though there's no going back but the fear still lingers,
A smile creeps upon my face as I feel the gun's trigger .
As I rise the gun to my head,
I remember what my father once said,
"You're...