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the hunter and the prey


you were the hunter, 
and I was the prey 
you set up traps to trick me into your frigid clutch
my guard use to be so strong 
but you tricked me to forget that
and there I stood 
heart open, arms wide, and giving you every part of myself
it didn't take one shot but instead it took much more 
because after each shot I kept wandering back to you 
it didn't take long for the scars on my heart to start accumulating
you fire one last shot 
I remembered when you promised you would never hurt me 
but here I am drowning in my own pain and tears 
I think you've finally killed me 

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