Russian Roulette
(This is a fictional poem)
My four friends and I did something that we would regret.
We put one bullet in a gun and played russian roulette.
We pulled the trigger when we put the gun to our heads.
My friend got his brains blown out and he's dead.
There was blood and gore on the wall and on the floor.
Because of our stupidity, he's not alive anymore.
It was very traumatizing and because of this experience, I'll never be the same.
Don't try russian roulette, it's a very stupid game.
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