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The echo fades slow from the freshly fired gun. You had taken the blow but still was you who had won. I hope you look around and finally see, that the country exists the way you prayed for it to be. You try to scream louder but you clench at your throat. For your voice now is missing, the one you lost in your vote. There is no one to blame. No one else in the room all along. You chose to play the game. You had been the one to load the gun.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:51 PM UTC
The Gun
The echo fades slow from the freshly fired gun. You had taken the blow but still was you who had won. I hope you look around and finally see, that the country exists the way you prayed for it to be. You try to scream louder but you clench at your throat. For your voice now is missing, the one you lost in your vote. There is no one to blame. No one else in the room all along. You chose to play the game. You had been the one to load the gun.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:51 PM UTC
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