hurt people hurt people
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There was once a child
Whose dream was to
Become an archer
And to hit every target
He finds.
Running like an arrow,
He would climb along
The mountainous hills
Someone has died
Something inside of me knows
And is grieving their death already
But what did they die from?
I know it wasn't natural,
But a murder
And now I want to investigate
