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Clinging to my blanket, I shield my eyes,
And cover my ears, wishing for solitude.
But its not til I pick up the phone the fighting ends.
My hands
Grasping for hope,
Clutching one another I can feel your heart,
Beating sturdily against my skin.
My hands
Placing them together, I kneel
Face upturned to the sky,
Why is he gone?
My hands
They tremble,
Under the pressure,
I pull the trigger,
And they fall still,
My hands.




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