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I stood there stoically, the warm blood dripping from my hands. A lone sweat-mixed tear traveled its weary path across a terrain etched in pain, fury, vindication, passion... and yes... regret. My lips were still slightly curled revealing clenched teeth. My nostrils slightly flaring with each belabored breath, chest heaving... It was at that moment a single thought entered my mind. I realized through the black-clouded haze that had so recently been my sanity as if revealing to me its bare naked truth... I was finally free... Ive often thought about writing a book or short story... but, the hell if I could ever find anything interesting enough to write about, LOL.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 07:46:28 +0000

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