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Jan 2012
What's the use of a weapon
When I have no ammunition?

I can hold a  weapon
I can worry people with it
I can feel strong
Fool people.

And what's the use of having a weapon
When I have no aggression?

I can let it build up inside of me
I can see people look at me
Because I know the build up is making me shake
and they don't know why I do that.

Instead of owning a pointless weapon
I'll be a horrible person
Evil even

Because what's the point of being nice
When the evils have everything to gain and nothing to lose?

So this time I'm going to be evil

I'm going to load my gun and give it away.
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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