Homicide

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The rush of adrenaline in your veins still speaks of me.
I know how much you loved damaging parts of me.
The remnants of your infliction are still there.
Faded or not they're just like scars.
I still remember the feeling of your hand around my throat.
Your fist in my ribs.
My collarbones still ache from the memories you gave me.
You killed me, or who I was.
A sociopath you were.
A sociopath you still are.

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