One bullet is enough To kill me Simple because that silver bullet Will penetrate my poor body, but It will not be able to kill my words... My words will remain alive, but Not me if a stray bullet Assassinates my entity... As long as my words will remain, then I don't care about my body Simply because everyone will die By a bullet or any other way... ______________________________________________________________________
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