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Nov 2018
I'm counting down.
Only 10 seconds left.

10

Here he comes,

9

Holding a gun.

8

He tells me to choose.

7

I choose.

6

I feel the gun against my head,

5

And the knife against my neck.

4

I wait.

3

2

1

He doesn't shoot.
But I cut.
Based on a dream I had. Don't know what goes on in my head. Wish I did.
Ruheen
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Ruheen  18/F/Here
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