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The bullet had penetrated his leg,

utterly composed,

pain disposed,

realizing that control

of the situation spiraled away,

silence filled the day,

he rallied himself,

and declared once more,

as silence fell to the floor,

he stood,

he felt he should,

trying to make up in volume

what he lacked in conviction,

impressed,

depressed,

he slammed his fist

on the table

and then slit his wrist.