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The first kill.

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“Stop right there.”
A shot is fired.

The gun is lowerd.
The eyes go with it.
I have caused a death.
I have ended a life.

I back away.
The gun is on the floor now.
I chose this
I chose to try to keep the peace.
Even if it means destroying my soul.

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