I think about the past.
I think about living in Cornwall and breathing in the salty sea air.
Now, now I just smell blood.
I think about The feel of sand between the crevices between my toes.
Now I think about the time a held onto that mans bloody guts.
I don't know if I'm insane or I'm good at my job.
You probably all think I'm insane but, I honestly have a reason and a team.
Death is just death, it doesn't mean anything.
I lost my morals a long time ago now.
This, this all started when I was fourteen years old.
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Gearing Sanity
Ciencia Ficción"I can't understand you" She screamed at her bestfriend as she fell to the floor, blood pouring, dripping, splating out of her bulet wound. The man behind her wondered forward spilling blood across the walls,but, me, just stopped there. I used to s...
