Gone But Not Forgotten
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Last published Fri, Aug 10, 2012
I can't help the way I am. I was created to kill, to spill the blood of those around me. No one is ever safe from my treachery. I am like a disease that slowly eats away at the world. I'm not myself when I kill. After days past, I receive memories of my onslaught. Why won't someone just pull the trigger? End my suffering and allow people to be safe from me? I just want to die. One day I will and it will be soon. Heaven and hell wants me. I am not sure what to do. I have no one...Will you pull the trigger?
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