Bombs in Boston
Fear grips chests as sound explodes
Hands shield ears the best way they know how and adrenaline spikes ur blood
Fight or flight kicks in but ur mind was already convinced there was a fight to be had
So instead of cowering to the safest place you can find u stand tall and walk into the belly of the beast not expecting to be bitten or even caring.
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