I had a dream,
it seemed so real you shot me in my heart,
i got back up
but i realized now,
that it's true you shot me so deep,
the bullet remains
I'm still living with it there,
bleeding I'm bleeding inside, still, day after day
living with the bullet that you shot in mebarely standing, barely living, bleeding
but that wound is not the only one I have more left,
each with a different gun
different people shoot me,
and yet I stand bearing all the bullets that are put in me
but the worst part isn't them there,
bleeding the worst part is, I'm bleeding alone.
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