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Bullet



Bullet 

The sky is carrying me,
I am comfortably flying.

Everything is still,
no wind,
calm.

I smile to myself,
and say, "I'm safe."

I continue on my journey,
I continue being loved.

Then the winds begin to pick up,
it's all my fault.
I got too comfortable,
I lost control of my actions.

My vision is blurred,
from rain,
my own tears.

I barely dodge every bullet,
I dive and  make sharp turns.
I flip and soar...

 But the very last bullet kills me.

-Belle Rose


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