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you held a gun
to my head
and wondered
why I was nervous.
you held it
to my temple
and told me
that I didn't know
what it was like to
be scared.
you pulled the trigger
and wondered
why I was on the floor
bleeding.
You stared at my lifeless body
and wondered why
my heart stopped beating.

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