this story tells about how I was shot down by Pat Garrett and I died on July 14th 1881. but through a marcle I come back to life in 2023. and get use to things being very different
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Tonight while everyone is sleeping I am wide awake again. There is no sleep and rest and no peace for me. Just nightmares and bad memories. I don't how much I can take how much more do I have to suffer. Haven't I suffered enough? I try hard to adjust to this modern time and world but I just can't.
I rub my chest as pain runs through my chest. I wonder sometimes what would happen if things were different. If Pat Garrett was the outlaw and I was the sheriff.
Would I just throw away a friendship for blood money. My answer to the question is no I wouldn't. I lay down my life for Pat Garrett.
But sadly that wasn't the way that it was at all Pat Garrett took blood money over our friendship and he shot me down.
I was unarmed and I didn't have my boots on when he shot me down like I was nothing.
He didn't lay down his life for me. Maybe I am nothing but a no good outlaw. But I had dreams that never came true.
I am not the same person that I was in the past the old west. And I never will be the same ever again.
