Gunshot. Reload. Take the frame off my wall. Scribe the dialogs for the next time we meet. Your voice sinks, the lungs can't breathe, tiresome gaze, the gunshot. What is it that I'll grow out of someday? ...looking right at you angel I feel like I'm about to throw up, analyze, predict the unknown, stress, eyes drip with anxiety, hesitation, reload, begin again/
( Communal Violence )
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