Trigger warning: violence, gun violence, blood, death
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I'm scared.
I'm scared one day it'll be you.
It'll be you lying on the ground at my feet with a bullet wound in your leg and that I'll be absolutely helpless and have to watch you fade.
Or worse,
Or worse you'll be lying on the ground
bullet wound in your head red liquid pouring, pooling, pulling your hair towards the ground.
And see the problem is you are faceless because you,
You are everyone.
You are all the ones I care about,
All the ones I never got to know,
All the ones I didn't like for a trivial reason,
Because it doesn't matter who You is,
Because watching that scene with You in it is inevitable.
Unless something changes,
That is.
You need to help me make that change because you are worth the life you are living and I don't want you to just be that picture repeating in my head endlessly for the rest of my life,
I want you to be a smile.
A laugh.
A bad hair day.
A good hair day.
A memory.
Even someone I pass by everyday and don't notice,
Just as so long as You are not lying in front of me,

Dead.