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Maybe I was shot down

Or maybe I did the shooting?

I have these twitching fingers



Fear comes from my twitching

Trigger figures

Or maybe it's just carelessness

I can’t tell the difference anymore



Mirrors show the same in everyone

All blank and blue

And the holes we try to fill



We open up

Hoping to find

Someone who doesn't mind

A few lose wires



Each time I take away

That part that blocks the bullets

I'm left with another piece to fill



Shot down again

Or maybe I did the shooting?

I do have these

Twitching fingers