In the closet I sit
In the dark
With a knife
With a gun
Crying
Because
The knife wouldn't cut
And
The gun wouldn't fire
Please don't come to the door
One of these days
There will be blood on the floor
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments2
Great write
A dark and tense but good write
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