This Was Never Suppose to Happen
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I didn't mean to kill her. That thought kept on going through my mind as I looked at the lifeless body in front of me. It felt like the world around me was starting to close in as the blood stain on the floor came more apparent. Why did she not listen? I only wanted to help her but she didn't listen. She didn't listen to what I was trying to tell her. Still stuck in thought I then started to hear cop sirens around me quickly disappearing into the darkness. What had I done...
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