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Jul 2020
My friend's body stabbed
Lying on the ground
With blood pouring out
Like an egg yolk coming out of its shell
I realise it's my house
With a spike of fear in my eyes
I looked
At my friend who was brutally stabbed


I look out of the window
See everyone in their usual routine
The person opposite my flat
Looks at me as if I did something bad
Just then I realise
The knife's in my hand
I looked
At my friend who was brutally stabbed


I quickly shut the window
With a wicked face
And looked for  the person who did this barbaric crime
The person who killed my friend in a matter of time
But I see no one outside the house
Cuz it's me who committed the crime
Written by
Shriya
84
   nidhi jaiswal
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