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My fingers shake
They twist back and forth
As I seethe
My head rocks
Moving erratically side to side
As frustration mounts
My feet pace
Raging across the floor
As anger spills
My muscles tense
Twitching sporadically in agitation
As hate replaces all
My feelings emerge
And I am filled with sadness
As I learn the truth
My revelation filters through
Making my decision easier
As I raise the gun
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