How Can I?

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This mission is impossible;

My family has been taken-

If this is not done,

Who knows what will happen?

Of all the people, I was the lucky gun-

The lucky gun who's aiming at some stranger.

Every second counts

I am a fool-

To think that I,

If ever, see them again.

No- this is the end.

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