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Years now I still collect the shells of the bullets from the gun you used to fire directly at my heart. Wearing them around my neck, - a reminder of how I have survived all the breaking.
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
Survivor
Years now I still collect the shells of the bullets from the gun you used to fire directly at my heart. Wearing them around my neck, - a reminder of how I have survived all the breaking.
eunice-moral
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
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