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I shot a man once.
Not with bullets, but words.
I never meant to take his life, just his heart.
I take a deep breath, steady my hands, focus my aim, then I take my shot.
Attacking him where it hurts worst.
A bullet to the head first, twisted words meddled with his brain.
The first shot did the most damage, he was now under my control.
I was in his head now.
Next bullet hit the centre of his hand,
his long, soft fingers, shattered.
Impossible for them to caress another's skin the way they did mine.
Followed shortly by a shot to his foot.
Slow steps into the future cut short.
Those steps were meant to be for us,
but you didn't want that.
The final shot to the heart, this one's fatal.
my words shatter his heart in seconds.
Merciless, I left him begging at my knees.
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