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Nov 2011
My breath is heavy my hands are shacking my rifle in my arms
I am no longer in control i move on instinctive movements, i **** a man
all that goes through my mind is again, again, again
more blood splashes my face my hand stops trembling
my enemy screams in terror his friend don't help, the screams stop
Silence... dead Silence, i hear the enemy i here there gasps of air, the feet moving,... there heart beating
I got pushed, my whole family dead, its just me, I was pushed...killing is as easy as breathing..
Gabriel Vazquez
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