Gunshot at Noon

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Too young for the pain I have seen
Too fragile for the way I bleed
Patience, as though that got me anywhere
This will be the right time to drink my worries away right?

Lost my courage because it was totally vain
Even if the battle was fair
The arms men are scarce
They flee like refugees
After a while, return sons of peace
Preaching humanity while they're vile creatures within

I'm tired of hearing the same 'consoling' words
My smiles don't make my eyes twinkle no more
One more stitch and my heart should be fine
I died before I lived
One wish even you,couldn't keep

But no one is to be blamed
No one will agree to take the fall
It is after all six feet
So it all comes down to this point
A handsome rifle to my head
Ending it all as the clock kisses twelve


                                             AR🌸

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