I want you to imagine something, I would like to describe how you can make me suffer ... a touch is a bullet in my hand, a look is a bullet in my wrist, a call is a bullet in my arm, written conversation is a bullet in my shoulder, oral conversation is a bullet in my stomach, a kiss on the cheek is a bullet in my lips, you know what that leads to my heart? Every part that I named it bleeds slowly, causing great physical and psychological sequelae. My heart still beats , but very slowly, almost noiselessly, all those bullets communications have broken my heart was with my other body parts, reacts! I bleed and you do nothing to stop the slaughter ... Thanks to all who read
these small stories:) 
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