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Oct 2022
It was only an hour
60 minutes of pure terror
the unknown of what would happen
the uncertainty of who would live
the chaos in each mind

One drew their last breath.
One pulled a trigger
One body fell
One survived without a scratch

You scream at what I didn't do
How your family was torn
How I didn't save your child
But while you cry yourself to sleep

I lay awake
unable to shake that day from my mind
replaying my actions once more
The weight of taking a life
by a single, simple, action

Your family can grieve a stone
mine becomes terrified of me

three people died that day
only two bodies were buried

So why are you demanding my job
when I still have nightmares of that hour


one simple hour


that changed more then just your life...
Writing of the Unknown
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