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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
Consistant abominations test my patience from that sticky gum under a desk
Like a heat with air puffedFinished hunting can lay down my bowTo many birds,Daddy.  
"I can sleep through gunfire," He said to me one nightDouble parked in parking lotHalf past closing time
The quarry stands unaware
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