It's coming in a wave you won't see.
Double tap.
Shotgun blast.
Listening to your trembling knees.
It's here with a look you can't fathom.
Bang bang.
Dead-eye.
Thoughts paint the wall; body a phantom.
It's leaving with a trace everyone will see.
Echoing waves.
Waves of regret.
Throughout your energy.
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Author:
Noah (
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