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To Die Is Gain
Wednesday, Jun. 04, 2003 - 10:23 PM
The sun shines on the back of my neck almost in mockery. Slowly I turn the pistol in my hand as I stare at it. My knuckles turn white and I realize I'm going to go through with it. It feels like a million pounds as I lift it to the right temple of my head. The trigger quivers under my index finger. My finger cramps. I manage to squeeze hard enough and my finger just won't stop pumping again and again as the warm liquid drips down my face and onto my shirt. I can't believe that I'm out of ammo. Well, time to go fill it up at the hose again, I guess.
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