I am a bullet shot saviour. you had the gun and the bullet was our love. you shot me, right in the heart. god! it felt amazingly painful. but as time went on my body rejected the bullet, amazingly painful turned into excruciating pain. i finely managed to remove the bullet but the scare is still there, forever reminding me of what we had. no matter how much i try, no amount of makeup can cover the scare. But i guess it was my fault, maybe i shouldn't have been standing that close to someone with a gun.
