When you wander, it's not necessarily because you're lost or because you're looking for something. Sometimes, it's like looking through an old photo album, wandering for the sake of discovering what has been there the whole time, like realizing you and your cousin wore the same yellow party dress, like searching the dusty corners of your being to find the place where your soul calls home.
If silence is louder than
gunshots
and looks are more piercing than
bullets,
then suck your god damn bullet
back into your gun
before somebody gets
k i l l e d
for real.
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