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May 2017
You know at this point in my life I thought that holding a loaded handgun to my head would make me feel something
Regret
Fear
Sadness
Instead I feel cold metal as my own skin
I feel relief as I put pressure on the trigger
But the safety is on
Just in case
I'm glad I don't own a gun
Bjarke
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Bjarke  21/Non-binary/The Nothingness
(21/Non-binary/The Nothingness)   
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   Ryan Holden
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