I killed him.
I shot him.
I went out on a limb,
Just for that chance,
To be me,
To be free.
I stood in that chance,
With his blood on my hands,
I killed him.
I shot him.
But was it worth it?
Some say no,
Some say yes.
But now I pay.
Because now I replay
That scene, that night
In my head,
I fight.
Kill is useless,
Kill is me.

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