She was a professional archer. She pulled out her bow and aimed it at me. The arrow pierced through me as my life slowly faded away. It was ironical because I was her teacher.
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Saving Thoughts
PoetryA girl tossed and turned at 2am in the morning. She finally got up and told herself to save her thoughts so it wouldn't haunt her anymore.
28. Archer
She was a professional archer. She pulled out her bow and aimed it at me. The arrow pierced through me as my life slowly faded away. It was ironical because I was her teacher.
