Will My Blood Ever Run Free?
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Last published Fri, Aug 21, 2020
Breathing.Heavy breathing.The pain was too much. It was breaking her. "Help",was all she could get out. But to no avail for it was just a mere whisper. She felt herself fall apart, she knew that there was nothing that could save her, she was a menace and hated by all, she was a torture. She tried. Tried so hard to get these thoughts away from her. She couldn't take it anymore, it was bound to kill her. The blood that trickled down her arm, the blood that was all around her,it was too much.To say it was painful would be an understatement. "No,this isn't blood." She tried to convince herself, but it burned so bad. It penetrated through her skin like acid, it spoiled her flesh and melted her bones. It was a torture to even look at. But these red fluids that poured down her arm wasn't hers, they didn't even belong to her body. They were the fluids of those innocent beings that did nothing wrong. Nothing evil. Nothing harmful. Nothing at all. But yet they lay lifeless in front her with a blade sliced through them. And all she could do was watch them vanish from this world...All she could do was watch an innocent soul, that she shamelessly took the life of......Elevate to the heavens where all the others wait for her demise to enter hell.
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