HedgeHog
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I wonder what it would be like to die in your hands. Blood covered and dieing is all the same. Why can't I die for the heroes who save us. Why do they die for me? Sacrafice me. Torture me. Kill me where i stand. Don't save me this time. Make sure the gun is tight in my hand. Make it so i can't breathe. I hope I'll die, kill, and save for you. Just don't worry my sweet. I'm here to save us all. Kill me. Hurt me. I will take it all for you my sweet. Just love me. Just hate me. Kill me where I stand. I want to die, but die for other people. I want to live, but live when other people are dieing. I wish I could be the savior for us all in the 10 seconds I have left to live. Just show me the way to kill the bastard who tried to kill me. I will be the savior. The hero. The monsterous thing that protects the city for the last 10 seconds of my life. I will shake the floor where we stand. Just kill me now. Hold the gun with all your might. Never let the bullets out of your sight. I never thought it would come to this. Why am I the man to kill the man with the gun in his hand?