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This is a story based off my poem I wrote

I told her suicide wasn't the answer
So she handed me the gun,
'If I'm not laid to rest tonight, I will haunt the midnight sun.'
My fingers trembled behind the trigger as she screamed
'Just do it please.'
I have never believed in suicide,
How could I murder a part of me?

I hope you enjoy the story!

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