I feel bad, it is just a painting and it is just tilted so why? I feel annoyed. It is confusing.

The painting, It is about to fall.

NO!

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I couldn't able to reach the painting on time. I was the one who broke it. Then why I feel bad? Water covering my eyes...wait it is only the glass is broken! Ha. I am relived, same as I felt when I met the guy again. I raised my face to see the mirror.

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The face only I remember was no more. This face is weak and dead smiling doesn't help much. I just don't... I let the goat go. It is my fault, I shouldn't have stayed here. I felt hatred. It is all because of this bed. I want this to broken. I hit it with all might, It broken. This place all of this and I want it to be broke. This wall This door

The mirror The curtains

Everything

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I knew it, my hands are blood, I am breathing heavily, my last breath. I listened to him.

NOW I AM GOING TO DIE.

I felt the same pain, my heart. I am dying.

nonono I don't- Calm down. I can do this. I looked at the painting trying to calm down. I can definetly do this.

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I thought I want death but no, I can be better than this. The sheperd can go if the goat is no more. I don't want to struggle with the goat. Not anymore. I felt the pain slowly going away. I am paranoid. I have to leave this place. I took the clothes but before that, The message.

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I went outside. It is like I born in that room.

The stairs, I should go down. I am following the light. That is all I know. I should- There is a beam of light coming outside inviting me. I feel it's warmth its-

It is glass. I want to go outside, I hit it, "Hey!", Some guard and opened me. I think he is talking to me, I don't want to listen.

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I ran.

I ran as fast as I could,

All the fresh air it just feels alive. "HAHA!" I heard myself laughing. I am glad I came out.

I ran out breath, I am cannot even stand. I will not die. I just know-

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Somthing tugging me-Wait NO! This man trying to take my painting. I stood up trying to take the painting from him.

I am naked. He have my dress. I could feel my painting going away, after all I did.

I kick him in the stomach with all might I have. He fell on his back. Before he could escape, I ran and stepped on his chest and leg . I made sure he gasps for breath.

Thief: "Pease! huh Forgive!". I reduced the pressure. "Please leave me." He tries to take as much air as he could. He tries to steal from me because I am easy target. "I have family!"

wha? family- "I doesn't MATTER" I kicked on his lungs.

CRACK

I felt his bone crack. He started spewing blood, some even started blood moving towards my dress. I can't wear my dress. He stops moving. I took my leg from him. He don't seem to have a heart beat.

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He is dead.

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I don't feel bad. He thought I would be easy. No one is here. He should have dragged me to a empty street ally. I hear some one walking but before they could see me, I took my painting and started walking out of the alley. naked.