Shadow

I know that what I have done is technically wrong. I have committed murder. While doing it though, it didn’t feel wrong. Is the poisonous plant wrong for growing? It may kill you, but if it does, it’s your own fault.

I did it because I no longer recognized myself. I did it because he had already murdered me. I existed solely within him, his desires, his views, his evil. I knew of no other way to release myself. I wasn’t prepared however, for what happened after. Afterward, I didn’t even recognize my own shadow, the truest depiction of me.