I still remember the feeling of the bullet penetrating my body. I remember the rumbling sound of my heart beats, every minute beating slower.
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What do you fear?
If you imagine death so much..
You must not fear it.
You must be waiting for it.
So, what are you afraid of?
Of your past?
Of the mistakes that you have committed?
Or.. of something that have not passed yet?
Are you afraid of dying without a legacy?
Without someone to love?
Are you afraid of being forgotten?
Or of having one more thing to regret?
Only you know..
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I stopped fearing the words. because although unstoppable and deadly as a bullet, it is the gift I have received from destiny. however, with them they have hurted me in a duel against my worst enemy. in a duel against myself.
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