Bullet

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The dark surrounded her;
The biting wind wipped at her scarf
Pulling it closer, her eyes darted around her.
Footsteps caused her head to jerk:
A jeering laugh, her feet to freeze.
A cold barrel pressed against her head
Falling to her knees she begged,
"Please, just pull the fucking trigger"

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