-Alternative Jules-
Cool metal on her temple
Caught in indecision
She sways back and forth in the stale air
Waiting for a sign of something to appear
Her world is gone black
He's dead- never to come back
Hears footsteps approaching
Hand shaking with comprehension of what she's doing
Pull the trigger and see the stars
Hear the laughter as you soar
No more pain, my dear;
You're not in the middle any more
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