Emotional passage on the aspects of a bullet in war: Original piece by me
Christianna Arango 3/16/16 “BULLET” I still remember the heat from being made, the first thing I ever felt. I went from a meaningless scrap of copper, to a cause of death. I was mixed with lead forgetting where I ended and where the lead began. Huge metallic structures took us and pulled, twisted and molded us together into a shape perfect for a black contraption used to kill. Men called it a “gun” but honestly it was I who carried the full burden of death. I was meant to penetrate the bodies of others ending their lives, stopping their heart beats. I knew there was a reason, if I didn't do my part they would come and kill the men who I came from. I don't know why they were fighting but I had no choice. My life has already been determined and chosen for me. I remember the day I was lifte...
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