| I drive myself insane, I don't need you to do this. |
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ImpulseRaging like an inferno daring the other occupants to take another step towards you. Green eyes tinged with bloodlust. You were power-hungry. Gun in hand, finger on the trigger. Pointed towards anyone who dare try and escape or stop you. Knife in hand. Blade on skin. The skin on the neck of the bus driver to be certain. Thoughts. Thinking. If you go down, everyone else does too. And you're damn aware of it too. Is this the plan? Perhaps. Or maybe you act on impulse. A busload full of innocent occupants. The most innocent closest to you. Staring with wide and hopeful eyes that you'll stop the rampage. Knowing they should leave now, fully awareImpulse
by ~xletter-to-myselfx
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- Favourite cartoon character: L, or Malik.
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