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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