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Whacked
Dead shot in the heart.
Your shot in the dark,
Good aim.
Since when did I
Become fair game?
How long has it been?
Since my subconscious gave in?
Seems as though my very Soul
Has turned to spite me.
Have I not paid my price for heart break?
For Heaven's sake?
Nope, keep 'em comin',
A swift stream of your bullets
Directed directly at me.
