Anti-social personality because I trust no one;
I demand respect, can’t get it, so I use a gun.
I am annoyed, nervous, frighten, and fearful.
Prepared, eager, careless, and dreadful
Am I serious, should I do this; I mean what am I thinking?
Crazy out my mind as if I have been seriously drinking.
Heart pounding and knees shaking;
This life, should I take it.
Disrespectful, let it slide.
This person has to die.
An incredibly loud sound;
He fell slowly hitting the ground.
I ran like a steed.
Moving at fast speed
Not looking back
Everything suddenly went black.
I woke up in a place.
Where people are put in for being in a car chase
I did the crime in the end.
This is where my life begins.
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