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shots fired


When i close my eyes all i see is shots fired

people crying trying to figure out why

it hurts so bad to see these young kids die

mothers burying their kids so soon

 nightmares turn into reality

dreams are always buried

the only thing you can hold and know is the name of  a gun

shots fired no names no face just a boom to a gun

feelings dont matter in society anymore

soon people might just purchase there own coffins knowing there gone

people all think their invisible

that there words dont matter

they have no one to talk to

so slowly they only have one friend

and that friend is that lovely gun\

shots fired boom boom boom

blood spilling out

people feeling no remorse

just continue on living what they think is called life

how can this world be upside down

kids getting buried so young

shots fired boom boom boom

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