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"When I was a kid, I used to go running through corn fields. Angry farmers would come knocking on my mother's door. I would get upset at her, saying, "Why can I not play in them?" She simply told me that they are needed for food. My mother told me a story the other day about how I was asked by a teacher when I was a child where vegetables come from. I said from the supermarket. These little stories come from a small place. Any story is worth making. Any story worth making is with you. "

I walk on the grass barefooted; the grass soft between my toes.

There is a war in my head; I am crying, wanting to walk away -

But I love you so how could I ?

There is a bullet in my head, and I am bleeding out in puddles.

You touch the blood; it's like string between your fingers.

Delicate - but alive just like i promised that I would be.

6 run away from the mistakes we have made.

And live in the mountains with a lit campfire burning with warmth.

Just like we both promised, there would be, ?

You are a love that isn't mine as I feel like a shot deer.

I took a bullet for you so I could let you run away.

You got away; my blood spattered all over you, clear as day.

They say love isn't supposed to be dangerous and painful.

But-

I took a bullet for you; shot from a hunter, just like pray.

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