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Grocery shooting
I sink to the floor
And let my tears fly
They come more and more
Yet I do not know why
My day repeats in my head
But nothing comes to mind
Then I can only see red
And the smell too horrid to find
Then all I can taste is copper
It's filling my mouth
This one is a stopper
As memory floods back south
I hear the water running
Outside of the stall
As my memory comes back
I fall back against the wall
My hand then comes to my chest
Feeling the bloody wound
The trip to the store wasnt the best
Seeing as though it ended too soon
And let my tears fly
They come more and more
Yet I do not know why
My day repeats in my head
But nothing comes to mind
Then I can only see red
And the smell too horrid to find
Then all I can taste is copper
It's filling my mouth
This one is a stopper
As memory floods back south
I hear the water running
Outside of the stall
As my memory comes back
I fall back against the wall
My hand then comes to my chest
Feeling the bloody wound
The trip to the store wasnt the best
Seeing as though it ended too soon
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