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A bullet to a Gun

How am I to survive in this world when you have left me for another you were my diary my adviser and friend but some man with a mask brought you to an end who is he to take what i loved you were taken from me by a bullet its crazy cause when i think about it you were like my gun i...nothing but a bullet when anger overwhelms you were the safety the kept me from poppin off when i lost all motivation you were the gunpowder that pushed me forward when i was lost you were the barrel you pointed me in the right direction a gun made out of love in affection the opposite of the tool destruction that emptied you from chamber of this world Now i have no gun anger is now my gunpowder and the safety barrel are gone so anyone who is around should run cause i'm popping off at everyone in any every direction A weapon of mass destruction destroying everything I see including me
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