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Accidental criminal
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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, did I steal it? I don't remember... I was sitting on a small bean bag in the corner back then. My face buried in my hands as I crouched beside the painting, and my knees drenched in sweat and tears. And there was blood too. Everywhere. I could feel it's sticky sweet sensation on my cheeks and lips. But I don't remember what happened.
I picked the painting in my hands. I held it close to my chest. "I'm a criminal." I said aloud. "I'M A CRIMINAL". I spoke to my demons in that room. The warehouse....
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, did I steal it? I don't remember... I was sitting on a small bean bag in the corner back then. My face buried in my hands as I crouched beside the painting, and my knees drenched in sweat and tears. And there was blood too. Everywhere. I could feel it's sticky sweet sensation on my cheeks and lips. But I don't remember what happened.
I picked the painting in my hands. I held it close to my chest. "I'm a criminal." I said aloud. "I'M A CRIMINAL". I spoke to my demons in that room. The warehouse....
