I Am A Killer

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I feel my heart going faster I feel sweat dripping down my skin with a gun on my hand and my finger holding on the trigger I look at the pleading man on his knees begging for me not to pull the trigger being in a dark ally with no sound with a man crying I smile deviously and grabbed the money from his hand with no hesitation I pulled the trigger laughing like a psycho I pulled down my black hood that hides my face, killing is my favourite thing to do feeling someones pain doesnt give me emotion. I feel much stronger than them those who beg me those who are scared of me including my family are weak I havent really met my family because they sold me to someone else because they couldnt take of me the reason is that I was crazy and I would have nightmares of killing people as a 7 year old child and I dont know why but the person that I am now who loves killing people that gets in my way makes me fearless.

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