THIS NEVER HAPPENS.
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YOUR TELL TALE HEARTMy hearts hammering out an irregular rhythm in my chest the bone shattering example of my guilt. My very own tell-tale heart. My bloodstained fingers drum against the table, pristine and white. No trace of copper under my nails, and yet I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed but the blood never went away. Invisible traces of my crime. My heart pounds off-beat with my fingers. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. I want to scream. How many hours had passed? Three, twenty? A month, a week? Ive lost all semblance of time. Slowly, terribly, achingly slow, Im losing my mind, Im losing touch with reason. Humanity went out the windowYOUR TELL TALE HEART
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But grace can still be found within the gale
With fear and reverence, raise your ragged sail
Thrice
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