Hope There's No Next Time
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i had to make sure that i was still alive
something bothered my foot
it messed with my soul
it hurts more to see a monster cry
i did it the thing that helped me survive
I couldn’t have been the black sheep in the soot
Damaged people damage people
I did what made sense in the back of my mind
maybe, just what if it was his time
Im only 7 and I had to stay put
dad tried to stop me from aiming
Maybe next time i wont be sly and dad will be shy
And I wont eat his sandwich and he’ll let me play outside
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