Each morning I wake up and imagine the barrel of a revolver pressed against my head.
If I had a gun. I would pull that trigger.
I don’t have a gun. So I sit up and cry.
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Each morning I wake up and imagine the barrel of a revolver pressed against my head.
If I had a gun. I would pull that trigger.
I don’t have a gun. So I sit up and cry.
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