gun control

the argument is over whether more laws should be placed on gun control. the real question is, can guns kill the loneliness inside me?

unless out of cold blood, murders kill to fill a void. anything could be missing. just looking to stop the hurt, they hurt someone else. death is the only promise in this world that is kept.

i never thought the death of me would be at your hand. i used to stay awake at night thinking of the way your soul shined through your eyes. i could feel them looking at me. maybe that's why i always got so cold at night. your empty soul staring into mine, making me feel lonely. my biggest fear: loneliness.

so maybe guns can kill the loneliness inside of you. maybe that's why people kill. and maybe that's why i dream of tasting bullets.


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