Inherent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Riddles  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 05, 2016

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I picked up the kitchen knife and I thrusted. I thrusted until I couldn't even grasp the knife anymore. The bottle of my pinned up anger was empty. Not a day goes by that I don't think about it. Branded in my mind, to never be forgotten.


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