The Killer
Let's face it, we all have it.
It’s killing me,exacting revenge for all the times I killed it.It’s not doing it quickly, either.Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as if to torture me,it reaps my sorrow.A cold-blooded killer,this thing just laughs.It laughs and eats away at me,like guilt,but for no reason.What did I do to deserve such punishment?I killed something precious.We all have it,some of us, too much,some, too little,some just don’t notice it.Time.T...