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Jun 2016
Inhale, exhale,
I shift slightly,
Slowly slide the lubricated bolt forward,
A single round is locked into the chamber.
I close my eyes for a moment.
Inhale, exhale.
Open them.
Rest my cheek on cold metal.
Peer through a window that shows a man hunched 150 yards away.
Inhale, exhale.
Gently run my finger along the curvature of the trigger.
Inhale, exhale.
Lub dub.
Bang.
One life taken could mean a hundred lives saved.
No regrets.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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   Kida Price
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