Withered roses

Withered roses

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19 year old Amy Whittard takes pleasure in another's sadness. A freak smile spreads across her face when people are in pain. She remembers her sister's death, it was a mistake, an accident, a stain on her record but it felt so good. She wants to do it again, spiral into the darkness. The question is would she succumb to her longing? *This is meant to be from the perspective of a murderer, it's my first book, i'm sorry if it's bad please do give me tips on improvement.* also pleaseee add comments i need improvement tips.
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