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A Gun a Rose n a Glass of WineAs I hid out of the sight of my victim, I wondered to myself, "Why am I doing this?" I held that thought in my head the entire time I was following her. When she got to her apartment I said to myself,
"Alright. Let's go."
With that I hopped in through the open window. Once inside, I hid until she went sleep. After she was asleep, I slipped into her room and uncovered my knife. Then, I very quickly, as not to wake her up, proceeded to slit open her throat. As the blade went through just the smell of the blood made me think, "That's why I do this." After she was dead, my body was surging with adrenalin. And not to long afterwards, I was leaving the apartment ready for another victim. But, for now, I was calling it a night.
The next day, I was walking around looking for my next victim when suddenly, this girl bumped into me. She was stunning.
Love: It's Just a WordLove.
Some people base their entire world around it.
They grow attached, almost "soul mate"
And then, it ends.
Just like that,
It's just a word.
It has no true meaning,
Until you find the one,
That you will spend forever with.
Then, and only then,
Does it mean anything.
But, until then,
You must deal with heartache and pain.
But that's how it works
It's just a word
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