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Stained
Contributed by
MysticFireFairy
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Wednesday, 17th November 2004 @ 08:55:20 PM in AEST
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I look at my blood stained hands and then look back at the emotionless body. Broken and bleeding on the floor. I jester another way to get over the fact that I am a brutal person. That I am a person who has no feelings. That I have killed a dear friend. But what was I to do. The fate of the world laid in my hands. Was it not fate that made me do this. Was it not the will of life that made me do this. Then why do I feel the guilt rising inside??? Why do I feel this desire to just hurt and feel pain??? What is wrong with me??? They would all ask if I really wanted to hurt everyone, they said I dont want to hurt anyone, but I do. I want to hurt I want them to feel my pain. I want them to feel my pain.......
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Re: Stained
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by bobotheclown on
Wednesday, 17th November 2004 @ 11:56:44 PM AEST
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creepy, very vivid it reminded me of a book I
just read. Good poem/prose.
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