Worst Than Death Comments

It felt like a bolt of lightning that day that bullet pierced my flesh. But not being able to feel my legs was a feeling worst than death. I have no one to but myself. You see, I tried earning respect by using a gun, and now life as I knew it is done. I'll never again be able to run against the wind or feel the sand between my toes. The day I picked up that gun my soul I sold. Now here I sit mounted to this chair while that gun sits upon the shelf. A gun that was supposed to gain my
respect but instead it gave me a life worst than death.
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