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Jul 2022
She was sat, crying, blood dripping from her lip
she looked at me, pool cue laying at her side
blood on the handle.
He hit me she cried.
I was enraged at the thought
grabbed the cue and walked inside.
He was laying on the floor
blood pooled from his open head
breathless
me standing over him
pool cue in hand looking enraged.
She walked in and screamed,
others followed.

Should  I run??
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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