Stop

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    Stop
    I hate this
    It has to stop
    Just one bullet
    One single shot
    This is my life
    It has to end
    Can't go on
    It's over now
    The place where I
    Lay down my head
    Will soon become
    My death bed
    No more teary eyes
    And words that cut
    Like razor sharp knives
    Good-bye to the pain
    I feel day after day
    I have to say
    This is my only way
    To get away
    Only way to get out
    Listen to my cries
    Cause I refuse to shout
    As I let my self go
    My only way to
    Make it stop is
    Just one bullet
    One single shot
    And this is the end
    Of a life short lived...

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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