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Jan 2015
Today I shot a gun.

I aimed at the middle of the heart
stared down the lane
took a breath and
fired directly
at the

The target didn't have a face
or a name

It was a blank canvas
And I painted your features onto it

And God,
Oh god...
did it feel good to fire at you.

Six-year-old me would've been proud
for doing what you should've done years ago.

Now my target looks like your heart.
Full of (bullet) holes.

you should've never aimed the gun at me, "Daddy".
Felicity Smoak
Written by
Felicity Smoak  Kentucky
   River Scott and Nicole
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