Young Writers Society

Right, i was going through some of my stuff on the pc and i found this, i obviously never finished it, but im thinking of carrying it on, so i just want to know what you think

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He looked down at his hands. The dirt had imbedded itself under his fingernails, creeped into the creases in his palms making them look old, worn, they didn’t look like his hands anymore. But then again, at that very moment in time, nothing looked like it used to. This is not what they wanted, none of them wanted this. These were innocent people, innocent lives, they were not to be involved. Yet, he blamed it all on himself, and as he lay, clawing his way out of what seemed to be his deathbed all he could think of was why they started it in the first place. Maybe…maybe it was just selfishness on their behalf. Even if it was, it wasn’t them who went to these extremes. It wasn’t their fault.