Lesson

Fragile skin. Ripped-open veins. White eyes. Empty gaze. Unhealing wounds. Blood-soaked carpet. Rigid muscles. Clenched jaw. Lack of soul. Spirit flowing. Frail memories scrwled across a ripped noteboke. In the dark red ink stains. Pain and torture brought to one tragic, sudden end. Everyone knew what you were thinking. No one thought you would actually carry it out. But now they know. Don't they? A lesson learned.

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