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Sep 2018
The last person i thought who would carry a gun
was the first person who harshly pulled the trigger
I told myself not to give you up
As I watch you
shot bullets
right through my chest

Now the sirens have stopped echoing
And I remembered who I was
How could I forget
You thought you were the storm
But boy
I am the eye of the hurricane
Written by
Jang Waga
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