UNKNOWN The gun range reeked of gun powder, I'd been here longer than necessary, and the kick in my shoulder was starting to feel like a dull throb in my head but it didn't matter. The target at the far end continued to stand there, its edges running in and out with the precision of each shot that I fired. It felt like the only thing I was capable of doing now was shooting, hit something, I am beyond frustrated as father cut me off his will but as soon as the bullet hit the target, I couldn't help but feel like I was just striking pieces of my own fury. I could not hit the thing that mattered. I could not hit what I actually had on my mind. I fired again. The sound reverberated out, sharp and distinct, and I could sense the weight of it push into my chest. I was tired of chasing dreams, tired of chasing rabbits who were only going to chase me round and round. I placed the gun down, cleaned my forehead of the sweat, and breathed out slowly. There was a crackling silence as I conte
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