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Today’s a new day
The clouds beginning
To give pathway for sunlight
If I look at that way
Who’s here at night
When there’s not a bit of light
To accompany the darkness of my mind
The fire was crackling,
burning my eyes with fear,
I'm engulfed in the heat and my heart speeds as fast as the bullet that was shot
into my mother's chest when she went to war.
Hey it's me, your son.
You see Mom,
Jesus.
I'm sorry Mom.
Oh God, I didn't mean to do this mom.
I've got time for this last call, and it went straight to voicemail.
It was a joke
Such a cruel, sick joke
The type of joke that your best friend pulls on you
When you are sleeping
"I can sleep through gunfire,"
He said to me one nightDouble parked in parking lotHalf past closing time
