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The End Is Near

By , Lawrence, KS
The door softly latched behind the man
He descended down the wooden staircase
Clutching the cool metal in his tight grasp.
The steps cried out with each footstep
As if they were moaning their final goodbyes
The dim light of the basement
Flew upon his empty face
His eyes showed a flicker
Of hope
As the frigid metal grazed
His furrowed temple
With no option left
His hand squeezed the trigger.
The man’s body crumpled to the floor.





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