Bullets dont kill
the trigger doesnt set off the gun
the empty case doesnt fall to the ground

the hate, jelousiy, lies, depression, set off the gun.

the bullets fueled by disgrace, loneliness, lifted threw the air by being
different, different from everybody else.

the brass case reflects gleams of volatile light from ahead.

all disturbances in one mans mind.
he dodges the shots that life takes at him, and continues on with his life.
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