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They came without a warning,

open firing,

simultaneously

obtrusively

gunning me down

in a hunt for answers 

that I lost in the war, 

for which

I had long ago raised the white flag.

There was no standstill. 

The truce never did materialize.

I am marked for life, 

and no response will ever suffice.

The firing won't stop.

I can't keep dodging the shots. 

I need to opt out pronto

before my ground zero.