Tattletale (An Original Story)

Tattletale (An Original Story)

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Tattletales exist. We don't know why, but they just do. Ever since we were kids we learned "snitches get Stitches." But is that true? Will telling on someone really cause us harm? Let's trying living in a world with no form of telling on one another whatsoever. (Gore Warning)
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We were one of a kind, both as an item and as individuals... We were highly symmetrical, yet still retained difference... But being similar does not mean you are the same. We WERE similar. We used to be... As people grow up, their true colors begin revealing. Some keep the morals they learned from early life, and others make their own. Sometimes it does not even have to do with what you are taught or what you have experienced. Human beings are born into a destiny, born with the pages of their lives written. Some are to be heroes and others are to be villains. Some people think that a person can change, but people do not change. It is only their true self that gets brought out with experiences and years of living. People are who they are and always will be that way. Hell, /I/ have not changed, my brother never changed. YOU will not change. I wish I had known before that I couldn't change him, maybe then things would have ended differently. But it is all over now and we have both served the price. He chose to fall from the top, and I chose to be crushed beneath it...

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