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They handed me the sniping rifle, 

Seeing if I can assassinate the enemy, 

I scoffed as they rolled their eyes, 

"Do it already. " They retorted in resentment, doubting all my capabilities. 


I swiftly aimed on the spot the enemy was in, 

Zooming in intense focus, 

About to pull the trigger when I saw her face. 


I froze and gazed in awe, 

Such a beautiful woman, 

It wasn't because she was attractive, 

What was striking of her appearance was that she resembled the last person I've ever loved. 


I can hear them creeping behind me, sighing in disappointment, 

"Tsk, tsk. I should've known better. 

You can never pull the trigger."


I could as much as I wanted to

Yet when faced with a familiar face,

I can never pull the trigger no matter what.

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