The weak
The gunshots hit me like a rocket. Pow! Pow! Pow! My heart is still as a rock. Closing my eyes as the life leaves my body. Hoping for my spirt to go and be with the one that’s holy. The last thing I feel is the wind kissing my face. Leaving all my life behind with a new life. Drifting away from my love, my family, my friends, and everything else that is important to me.
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