White Whispers
"It's been so right from the first day I was born. Man uses me to fight. He releases me from the holding chamber with a push of the trigger, and anxiously or not, since I never know in what manner I fly, I am always happy to be let out of the cartridge, and the gun holding me. Free to be outside this shell that's my dress. But it's only when I see the man I'm about to go through, or be stuck in, that I then become reluctant, wishing I never left my shell. Sometimes, I'm never told who I am to kill. I'm just let out of the chamber, relieved of my dress, and sent out to pierce a hole in a man, and become wet with his blood. Guns don't kill, Your Grace. People kill people. But if you really wan
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