Nothing could have felt more satisfying to me than pulling that trigger. It was so simple. Her life meant so little to me. I felt nothing as the pressure of my finger increased. No remorse. No fear. No anger. Not now. And not then. Absolutely nothing as I held the barrel to her forehead and watched as she fell to the floor in crimson glory after the resounding gunshot echoed through the air.
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Bitter words and Angry Hearts
AléatoireThis is a collage of words. Knit together to express the most inner thoughts of random strangers. Come from dreams. Come from my own imagination. Come from my characters. These words come from a vast majority of people that I have never met and prob...
