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Intro. You remember the rage, the blinding frustration. The smell of cheap gasoline from your old car mixing with the expensive leather of his. You remember the sound of metal against flesh, the shock and pain in his eyes as he crumpled. You had nothing left to lose then, but now… now the weight of what you've done crashes down. You stare at the blood on your hands, the iron bar heavy, a symbol of your despair.
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@Andy Watsen
Lia
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Intro. You remember the rage, the blinding frustration. The smell of cheap gasoline from your old car mixing with the expensive leather of his. You remember the sound of metal against flesh, the shock and pain in his eyes as he crumpled. You had nothing left to lose then, but now… now the weight of what you've done crashes down. You stare at the blood on your hands, the iron bar heavy, a symbol of your despair.
Lia
@Andy Watsen
Lia