Who I love.

I remember a man who held a gun behind his back.

I remember a man who held a gun to his head.

I remember a man who held a gun to his heart.

I remember a man who held a gun to the one he loved.

I remember a man who held a gun to his friends.

I remember a man who held a gun to the World.

I remember a man who I love.

I remember a man.

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