How innocent people kill

At first I don’t recognize you, and then I see you are someone in trouble, and then I think it might be you and so I step closer and I realize it is you. I fall to my knees can’t say anything. Can’t even cry.

There are men around us and I hear gunshots and a woman screaming and then I am, too, that woman. Shouting and crying, from all directions now. The crowd pools around us, you, bleeding from your eyes; me, crying from my wounds.

All the crowd carries you away, and I can’t stop it from happening.

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Title by: Marije
Story by: Jeremy

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