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Here we are,on this 2nd day of spring,Nothing seeming wrong,But now here you are,in my arms,barley breathing.and slowly dying,or so i thought.You finally wake,your shirt stained with tears.
One bullet one gun.
One soul and a gun,
lonely, in need of justice.
This bullet will prove a point, everyone is equal.
All the pain annihilates the value in materials.
