Guns
Silence
Death
Violence
Holds me like caring arms
I didn't know they were causing me harm
First they held me and showed me peace
Now they are around my neck, strangling me
I didn't notice, I couldn't see
I couldn't see what they were doing to me
They killed me inside and the cause of death was
Cut off circulation to the nerves of love
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Author:
Smith (Pseudonym) (
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