I made another thing.
Ooooo a poem wowie holy balls! Its about getting shot and shit its cool.
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Bang.
A piercing pain goes through my side, But I will abide since I must keep going. There is no stopping what is happening, unless I can reach my final destination. My bare feet hitting the stone cold ground, as I run at the speed of sound at the man pulling the trigger. Though he is bigger, I will not back down.
A bullet to my shoulder takes me off balance, but forward I go. I must be scarring him silent, since his eyes tell tales of surprise, as I have no resistance til he is of ritance.
My fist goes on and hits his face and down this enemy goes, his rifle leaves his hand as he lies still as stone.
I have run out of breath as I am heaving in air, blood soaking itself on my clothes and hair. My legs have gone weak, my strength has reached its peak and I slump to the ground. My head spinning around, I listen to the sounds around me. The buzzing of bugs and the pouring rain, hitting my face as this pain all over my body subsides.
I can hear you in the distance, calling my name, I thought I would never need assistance but it seems I do. The thumping of your shoes come closer, as I try and get up, thinking that I am stronger, but I'm not. You run towards me and help me up, telling me of your worries and what I should and should not have done.
That doesn't matter now though, what's done is done. I saved you from a danger, though a gun was pointed in my direction. You are safe, cause of my protection.
