Today she won. She tasted something she never thought she would have tasted.
She tasted death. She tasted the sweetness of killing.
Does this make her bad? Morally incorrect? Who knows. She doesn't, for sure. Maybe she did before. But she doesn't now. She was innocent, as we all are, birthed into this world.
Everything we encounter changes us, as it has changed her. If she had never tasted this sweetness, she would never have become this person if she had never tasted this sweetness.
She has not changed the world. She is not harming this world.
The world harmed her. And she doesn't know what is right anymore. Because you broke her, world.
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A Short Story (and other literature) Collection
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