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My Turn

Something tells me that this time it will be different

This time I won’t be the one getting hurt

I won’t be the one running

I won’t be the one being laughed at

I won’t be the one yelling why

Hiding my face

Screaming

You will hide

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You will wonder why

You will be laughed at

You will be running away full of fear

Because I have the weapon

And this time the trigger is real


© 2021 Victoria Sawyer

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