Personal Narrative: My First Murder

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Sometimes it is all I can think about. It is all I want, all I need. The feeling of euphoria it gives me is incredible. If you are wondering what I am talking about I will explain, but be warned this may not be to your liking.
Murder. It's all I think about. When I’m walking down the street, while I’m in a café. I yearn for it. I committed my first murder at the age of 16. It was not intentional, however it gave me a feeling I will never forget.
I was arguing with a male friend of mine, and his family wasn’t home. But, when the argument got too heated I burst. I have always had a temper, but have never taken it out on someone like this. I wrapped my little hands around his wide neck and squeezed. He was shorter and much weaker than me

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