 FROM VELVET
I'm Half DeadI’m half dead from grief because I turned into trash. There was the day I hit my dog. I changed sides. I went to the killer side even though I was fraught with fear. I was garbage inside. I had become trash. What could I do if I couldn’t touch her without making her bleed. He had contaminated me, I was poisoned inside, I was closer to death with maggots on me. I never believed I could do it and yet there I was, her desperate eyes half-shaded, looking at me, the devil. I shaked. I couldn’t stop trembling. I was some kind of poison tree. I never ...
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