Bloody Wounds
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Last published Fri, Mar 30, 2018
Did I just commit murder? I dropped the knife and went to wash off any blood on my hands or clothing.I look into the mirror and see myself smiling.I didn't mean to do it yet my inner darkness yearns in satisfaction.I didn't do it. It wasn't my fault. I didn't do it. I tell myself over and over again.My inner darkness consumes me wide whole~Inspired by SuperSomeone1
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