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Sep 2014
My hands are stained red
What have I done?
I look down at the mangled body
By class mate lays still
It all comes back to me
I lost control
I stumble and fall
I killed her
But...
What's this feeling Inside of me?
Satisfaction?
And...
Glee?
I lick my finger tips
Her blood still warm and soft
I could still taste her sweet screams on my tongue
I shuddered
Maybe just one more...
Should I continue this "story?"
If you think so, comment below! Ideas are welcomed
Beauty Without Eyes
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Beauty Without Eyes  20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living
(20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living)   
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   Destiny Copeland
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