A delicate thing, so easy to break
With the boom of a bomb
Or the crash of a gun
Hatred of many years building up against you,
And it’s gone…..
Snuffed out like a candle
Never to be brought back
Mistake or not
It’s gone for good
Not coming back despite how long you pray,
How long you try to redeem your self,
You eventually have to face it
You killed someone…
Your anger took over
And now you and others have to pay

 
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