Little Toy Guns (5SoS adopted)

Little Toy Guns (5SoS adopted)

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In between the coats in the closet, she held onto that heart shaped locket, staring at a family flawless. But it ain't a pretty picture tonight. Mom and daddy just wont stop it, fighting at the drop of a foetus, cuts throught the walls catastrophic. Shes cuaght in the cross fire. Puts her hands over her ears,she starts talking through her tear, shes saying, she praying. I wish words were like little toy guns,no sting no hurt no one. Just a bang bang rolling off your tongue. I wish words were like little toy guns.
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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