I spent years caring.
Years of empty smiles and dried up tears.
Years of hopeful and dark emotions I kept buried under a beautiful home decorated with the right balance of throw pillows, original art, and the sporadic finger print showing off our perfectly imperfect kids.
I cared so much.
Yet nobody else did.
The gun felt right.
A short burst of energy to bring to life the deadened world I live in.
Even for a moment.
Long enough to live.
To finally exist as a shining light after an invisible life.
The word for this flash is GUN with a word limit of 100. This flash comes in precisely at 100.
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