Trigger
He said
It wouldn't hurt
To pull the trigger
And I swear that I believed him.
But the shot
Was loud
The picture
Brutal
And it scared me.
So when I lifted the revolver from the ground
And put my finger on the
Trigger
I could not stop shaking-
And I swear I
Meant to die that day
But I was
Too afraid.
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