I got guns in my head and they won't let go. They breed thoughts that are dangerous. I try to keep a distance to avoid pulling the trigger. My hands are jittery from nervousness. A single bullet might rewrite history, and birth a genocide too gruesome to forget. They are those thoughts that overwhelm me, the bad and ugly ones I try to forget. It's like living in a town where missiles are planted and no one know when one will be launched.It's like living in a town where missiles are planted and no one know when one will be launched.
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PoetryChoice words sewn together to create astonishing pieces, they describe feelings, situations, nature and experiences. Dear readers, and this is a WIP, please bear with me. I edit as I write. Book cover credit: Desygner thank you for a great book cov...
