Dear Mama,
I killed a man today. I didn't mean to. He was trying to beat me to a pulp. I snapped & pulled out my switchblade. The crimson color spilled and covered the checkered floor. I'll leave this town tonight. I know you won't wanna see me. I'm sorry that your son is a murderer. I promise I'll go away forever. Please don't miss me or remember me. I don't deserve to be remembered.
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Introspective
Random14 vignettes. Half about me. The other half are things made up in my mind.
