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Jul 2020
i shot him
and snow came out of the open wound
dribbling
falling
melting
i shot him
no blood
just snow
clean
cold
white
i shot him
he did not scream
he did not cry
he looked at the wound
and said
that he did not want to see me die
i shot him
he did not hurt
he did not die
did i really shoot him?
"i shot him. and snow came out of the open wound."
i dont know what this is but it seems kind of symbolic
kaehaniya
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kaehaniya  Genderqueer/Hell
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