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I was just doing a lot of thinking latly.
Since the thoughts tend to be floating around suicide it just triggers my memory. Its like Im looking at the mirror watching myself back when I was younger. Sitting there, pistol in hand. Admiring it, feelign the cold steel in my grasp, running my fingers over the barrel, sliddign out the cylinder adn putting a few rounds into it. Puttling hte cylinder back in, cockign the lever, tears streaming down my face. Managed out a goodbye, pulled the trigger...... *click* dead round, yes t was a dud, the round never fired. Lucky? No, unfortionate, I frreked out at theat point, emptied the pistol into my hand, pocketed the shells put the gun away and ran to my bedroom, I found that shell today in my dresser. I found it and it has the indent from where it was supposed to fire adn never did. Yeah that shell is something special to me.
Eh mayeb Ill add more later who knows
Since the thoughts tend to be floating around suicide it just triggers my memory. Its like Im looking at the mirror watching myself back when I was younger. Sitting there, pistol in hand. Admiring it, feelign the cold steel in my grasp, running my fingers over the barrel, sliddign out the cylinder adn putting a few rounds into it. Puttling hte cylinder back in, cockign the lever, tears streaming down my face. Managed out a goodbye, pulled the trigger...... *click* dead round, yes t was a dud, the round never fired. Lucky? No, unfortionate, I frreked out at theat point, emptied the pistol into my hand, pocketed the shells put the gun away and ran to my bedroom, I found that shell today in my dresser. I found it and it has the indent from where it was supposed to fire adn never did. Yeah that shell is something special to me.
Eh mayeb Ill add more later who knows