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The frigid Utah air was refreshing against my now blood-stained almond skin, I felt numb not just because it was the middle of November, no, I was numb from what I had just done the most unforgivable sin of all that will now aeonianly stick to this heart of mine that has killed, yes I had just killed my family well what was left at least I genuinely regret nothing they did nothing for me they didn't understand what I was going through after the passing of my Grandmother they didn't understand they only stayed in the sidelines visually examining me suffer the agonizing pain- Krack Krack I felt the bullet graze neck leaving an open cut, I looked over my shoulder to visually perceive a skinny police officer, he looked very frightened as he kept pointing the gun at me he was conspicuously trembling, this must have been his first day because he hadn't endeavored to tackle me nor daunt me in any way, of course maybe the bullet was supposed to do the job or kill me, either way, it didn't matter now, I looked abaft him now descrying he was solitary an astronomically immense wave of entelechy had just hit me as I felt a sinister smile made itself at home on my mouth and as expeditious as the smile had come it had anon been superseded by a dispassionate look "This is going to be, Fascinating."

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