For years I have heard you complain about my presence.

For years I have heard the things you said when you thought that I wasn't
around.

For years you have had me as a plaything.

For years I was in your bed while other fathers took thier daughters out to
buy clothes.

For years I was afaid of when you would call upon me. Afraid of what might
happen this time around.

But now, now I am tired of being afriad. I am tired of being treated like
dirt!

Leave me alone! My back is against the wall and some people just don't know
how to take a hint.

I spot a falsh of chrome. I dive forward and reach into the drawer and pull
it out.

I shoot all six bullets.

 
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