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Jul 2014
Looking at you, looking at me
from the end of your gun
Eyes that used to search my soul,
the eyes that made us one
Now stare back at me in dismay,
so full of this sure terror seeping into my bones
It's too late to reason and much to late to run.
The arms outstretched are no longer my home

Your face sends my mind spinning
twisting this surreal moment until I could cry
The room moves while my feet
are planted onto the ground
Falling out of control
Like theirs no bounds

This bullet biting into my heart
it's shredding my flesh and devouring my emotions
But I stay so still
too void to make a commotion
I should have said it all
when my fingertips where so close to you
Should have said the words
Like I was supposed to do
Katlyn Orthman
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Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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