They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Stone cold grey. That was what she saw as she stared, pleading, into the murderers eyes, the warm barrel of the gun contrasting to the cold stare of the unknown man.
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I know all my writing takes dark turns but what can I say 😂 that's just how fucked up my mind is.
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RandomJust writing whatever comes to mind and hope I eventually create an actual story😂
