Committed a crime, red in the face, he turns to search for wittnesses. He sees me watching, his sad eyes bore into mine…He walks away with no words, but he knows I saw. I look past it and go on with my day, that day is slow… At close to night I slink into my bed to rest the day. Before the sun is up, I wake. Shaking from the dark dreams I woke from. The man and his crime, I saw it in his eyes. He told me the reason why he did such a sin only using his mind…but of course I knew…watching his every move while he murdered himself. what kind of person am I? I watched him kill, and i let him walk.
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