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Created on: February 27, 2008
Another Chance
I sat alone in my room,
holding the ultimate tool of my fate.
I'd been keeping it all inside,
forgetting to forgive and not to hate.
All this time I'd been so lonely,
with no way to tell anyone.
But I wouldn't have anything left,
when this day was done.
Somehow I found the strength,
my fists clenched very tightly.
Then I put the gun to my head,
and pulled the trigger ever so slightly
Only to find that the gun,
no longer had any bullets.
And that God gave me another chance,
to live my life to the fullest.
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