I'm The Monster You Created
3
No sign of what I had done.
But I could still feel it—the warmth, the weight, the way life had slipped away under my fingers.
I thought killing would change something.
That maybe the emptiness would shrink
That maybe the world would feel different.
The silence in my apartment was the same.
The walls still pressed in on me.
The city outside still moved without me, like
A thought crawled into my mind,
I turned onto my side pressing my face into the pillow.
Maybe the first kill was just the beginning.
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