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Apr 2014
I did it
He's not getting up
His blood is on my hands
Wait
Did I do it?
I don't even know

This can't be real
How can this be real
It's impossible

The body is on the floor
Looking at me with it's dead eyes
My eyes
Hand is clenched holding onto something
My hand
Face frozen in fear
My face

Am I looking at my own body
Wait...
Who am I?
Does this crap even makes sense
Jindomess
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