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Apr 2014
Dreams about having guns
pointed at my face
The fear in my heart and my head
must be reflecting in my eyes
the way someone can pull the trigger
once, just once
to end your life
I've had dreams where I have to run
Run from the people holding guns
tightly in their hands
ready to end my life
ready to end everything
The way their eyes are filled with hate
Filled with panic
Filled with some sort of excitement
they can't wait to hear the explosion
the sound of the bullet flying through the air
ready to hit the target
...me
Guns
Guns
Guns
Silver bullets
Black revolver
Guns
Guns
Guns

I whisper
Please don't **** me
I've been having nightmares again.
Written by
Emma S
553
   Timothy and Isabella Pullivan
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