"I am no killer!", the woman cried with teary eyes as she stared into her watery reflection. She looked aweful and tired. Only one light was left to flicker and enlighten her overused frame of what was to be her body.
"You are no killer. Oh no, you are not. But I, I am, my love." As this was said a hand derived from the cold, unsteady reflection that was her own and whiped away the tears of the distressed female. "Trust yourself". With this her conscousness drowened in pitch black soot of the sin her mind committed. The thought of a wish was her despair.
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RandomIt is just a little collection of the things I write from time to time. Stuff that comes to my mind while listening to music or reading. I hope it inspires you and is good to read and understand. Enjoy ~ TRIGGER WARNING Various triggers as well as...
