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Aug 2018
My mind has molded
Into the shape of a bullet
It's running through my thoughts
Violent screams of the innocent
Fleeding through my ears and eyes

My mouth sewed shut
Told to keep quiet
I sit here still and silent
Not a word to be shed
The only white noise you heard
Was a bullet to my head
Quin Rosenheart
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Quin Rosenheart  21/U.S. FL
(21/U.S. FL)   
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