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... fly true because I am true. After all, every fiber of my being realizes I am right on target. After all, I shoot with my heart. There was a time I would never have turned into carrying a weapon, yet necessity calls for you to defend what you cherish, else what is it? What else are we without something, or someone to protect? What are we without a place to call home? What are we without a place to go back to? I pray for the day I lay my weapon down, to find my peace, and to walk away from all the ...
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