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first thing iv written on writing .com jus gettin a feel 4 it

I looked around. No-one. Perfect. But a swift flew intrepidly above my head, squawking and circling like a vulture. I felt hunted but really I was the hunter. A sharp pain in my eye as a bead of sweat trickled from my brow downwards. How can it be so hard? All I have to do is do it. One swift motion and its over.