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Nov 2018
when the farmer pulled his trigger
the bullet landed in my heart.
it tore through my sallow skin
and barely scraped my ribs.
a perfect shot,
a bullseye through the centre of my heart.
when he shot I heard a bang, crash and howl
and my vision darkened round the edges
to a vile vignette of black and white.
my lungs drew a sharp inhale
and my breath was swiftly stopped.
my head was deemed dizzy and my body drained with death,
when the farmer shot my dog.
mollie
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mollie  19/F/Ireland
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