Staring down time's barrel at the next bullet
life is just the next chambered round
we dance
we strive
we seek
we find
but what does it matter when the next bullet's fired?
five, ten, fifteen, twenty
so many shots, so many misses, so many hits
life keeps coming
old wounds keep bleeding
will the next shot end it all
or do we keep staring at the next bullet?
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