How come you feel the need to attack me?
My heart has been wounded in war many, many times.
I'm done with it.
I refuse to fight anymore battles.
Sadness is a bullet.
Confusion is a bullet.
Agony is a bullet.
Fury is a bullet.
All of these "bullets" have shot me - and they almost killed me.
The crazy thing is, I didn't die...
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Puisi(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
