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Regrets

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One day,
By the lake
Theren were some ducks,
On the glassy water.
I stand there,
Thinking,
Wondering,
Of what to do.
Let them sit peacefully,
Or scare them,
So they fly away.
I make my dicision,
Head up stairs,
In my room,
I open a box
Pull it out,
Then load it with caps.
Go back down stairs,
Open the door
Walk outside,
Point it in the air,
And,
.
.
.
Shoot.





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