I'm The Monster You Created
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The next morning felt like any other.
No one looked at me any differently.
No one whispered my name.
Didn’t acknowledge what I had done.
It was as if the shopkeeper had never existed.
I sat at my desk staring at my blank screen.
My boss walked past muttering something about deadlines.
I thought about the feeling.
But all I felt was… hunger.
That moment when someone’s laughter died in their throat.
That moment when I became real.
My nails dug into my palm
Leaving tiny crescents in my skin.
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