On the stormy night of July. There he was about to jump out the window, into the stormy night. I didn't know what was going on back then, but i knew it wasn't good. I stood there looking at him. "What are you doing?" my young figure asked. He just put his finger to his lips. In a flash of lightning her was gone.
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The difference between a bullet and a chance
ActionHave you ever been hurt before? Ever given someone a second chance? Yea? So did I. Never give some one a second chance, its like giving the another bullet cause they missed the first time.
