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I scratched words on a bullet, I was Meticulous in its etching so many Words can fit on the Head of a needle But I only needed so few words to tell The word how I felt, and with that I Put it in my mouth and then silence. Ballistics did unravel this piece like Paper scrunched and origami of finally Folded parts, and it read the following. "My mind was worth nothing, "Now it is written on the wall,
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Words Etched On A Used Bullet
I scratched words on a bullet, I was Meticulous in its etching so many Words can fit on the Head of a needle But I only needed so few words to tell The word how I felt, and with that I Put it in my mouth and then silence. Ballistics did unravel this piece like Paper scrunched and origami of finally Folded parts, and it read the following. "My mind was worth nothing, "Now it is written on the wall,
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
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