Holding my breath,
Just a little shook,
Chasing ammo down,
And aiming for targets.
Even if I miss,
I can't stop now,
Just one more shot,
One more point.
If I turn back now,
What would be left,
I don't even know the score,
And I think I've been losing.
Just one more shot,
And one more point.
And then I'll give it away
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
