Russian Roulette


20 Dec, 2013 04:54 PM
It was a game of Russian Roulette,
But with a twist,
One person, one gun, one bullet,
A gun in her hands,
Death on her mind,
It was suicide,
With each pull of the trigger her death gets closer,
The excitement, 
The adrenaline,
The suspense, 
It was unexpected, 
Yet it was expected,
It was loud, deafening,
It was silent, 
It was over.
Her life was over as soon as it had began.
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