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There’s a small voice screaming. Begging. Crying. It sits on the floor, Legs pressed to its chest Screams. Blood starts to run down its arms, Never did I notice. How could I miss such detail. It’s dying. Begging for its life. Hoping for another chance. But it never would. The deed is done.
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
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There’s a small voice screaming. Begging. Crying. It sits on the floor, Legs pressed to its chest Screams. Blood starts to run down its arms, Never did I notice. How could I miss such detail. It’s dying. Begging for its life. Hoping for another chance. But it never would. The deed is done.
Today was the day, she stopped caring. Recklessness invades and it’s time to listen.
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28/F/Nowhere
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
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