So what do we say.
What do we do.
The same thing we always do push and believe.
Its been a long time and things have been getting hard; youve been shot time and time again and the wounds get worst.
Deeper and deeper but what is worst is that its been the same bullet everytime and its only shot you once but it like a million at once.
But the bullet will go through and just like you, your wound will heal not matter how hard it seems now it will be okay
The bullet was one of those gold ones, the special ones with the narrow head and slender build
The bullet was beautiful and it implord into figments of particles and so you will you one day
Youll say that everything you’ve been through was beautiful and eveything is already is.
So please beautiful bullet wound me and go through me and heal within me.