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You collect your ammunition, piece by piece by piece and wait until the time is right. Then you let go of it all and an extra few. Each bullet pierces my soul and my heart, leaving scars. The old scars heal up but I give birth to new ones. It pierces, piece by piece by piece until eventually nothing remains.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Ammunition
You collect your ammunition, piece by piece by piece and wait until the time is right. Then you let go of it all and an extra few. Each bullet pierces my soul and my heart, leaving scars. The old scars heal up but I give birth to new ones. It pierces, piece by piece by piece until eventually nothing remains.
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ellis-currer
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
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