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Nickeoaz

Tell-Tale Heart Resolution

The guards sat out side of my cell they think me mad maybe I am who knows anymore I don't even know any more who am, I why am I here, What have I done. But all I know all I here all I see when I sleep. Is that vulture's eye And the horrified. Sound every time I sleep it gets louder louder every moment the heart the horrid heart. I can't stand it any more. I sewed my mouth shut I gouged my eyes out I can't take it any more. I don't want to be here. The fire depths of hell would be better than this. It was like god was punishing me. Every time I attempt to relieve myself of this agonie it comes to me, the fear of death. I couldn't bring myself to do even though I wanted to.

Now I know I admit I am Mad every Part of me insane I am crazy I am a demon I am mental. I am what you say. I am I will become what you say I am. I will never relieve myself from the pain the agony the sorrow. I can't it gets louder and closer louder and closer and I realize there were two. It was a silhouette of the thump thump lubb lub that horrid sound and, the eye no the eyes that stared back. I tried to push it away but it wouldn't work.

Help me I screamed the guards looked at me. I couldn't see them I could feel their cold stares. Please kill me I yealed help me get rid of this pain. Oh this pain MAKE IT GO AWAY please please I beg you no more.

they shot me and finally I fell to the ground a bullet in my head. The warmth fading but before I died I heard it again. The sound of that horrid beating heart and then I realized it has not the old man's heart, it was my own.

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