Gun
I cry
But my tears make people die
So many people hate me
But I do not know why.
Because all people do is make me cry
Using the thing they hate most.
To stop someone from dying
They make me cry
A pool beneath me
Of all of my tears.
Because so many people hold me
Then make me cry
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