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He knows not where to go

he knows where he has been

sick of the advice everyone lends.

He holds on in fear, playing with fire

all will be well if he can squeeze a little tighter.

He grits his teeth firm, heart beats in chest.

is he different, or just like the rest.

He tenses in fury, tears slowly roil.

unclenches his teeth as blood starts to boil.

He remembers well standing to fight

for what he believed and thought was right.

Regardless he hides sheets over head

wishing he'd run, wishing he'd fled.

He found his answers on the tip of his tongue

breaking the silence, an explosive shot rung.

He longed to get away, but was burned in the run.

smoke slowly rises from the barrel of the gun.

- ScruLuce