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No WayThere’s just no stopping a speeding bullet

straight to the heart

With no clanking armor or a bullet-proof vest

so it rips you apart

There’s just no way to make it unscathed

through the day

with no love and no hope, no string to cling to,

No reason to stay

 © Kait King, 2015

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