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That bullet that pierced my chest did not hurt me as much as seeing the face of the person holding the gun when I turned around.
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That bullet that pierced my chest did not hurt me as much as seeing the face of the person holding the gun when I turned around.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets