Darling, I'm Toxic
Maybe I'm still going to do it but maybe I would not surrender myself helplessly to the police and I will be more careful not to let that man die.
I stare at nowhere. My eyes are dull and emotionless. I remember my two weeks of staying in the private cell. It was so cold inside the cell that it felt lonely. It was isolated from any living soul, and was deadly silent. I used to find solitude comforting, but knowing I'm in a strange place, sleeping in a tiny mattress, and imprisoned behind four room walls is a torment. By now, I should know that revenge is not a healthy way to respond since it is merely a reflection of what you do, and revenge is only a start of that unending cycle of violenc
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