The Crime Story

The Crime Story

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No shed of blood.

No use of weapons.

No piercing of flesh, but a perfect crime got committed.


She was aware of the crime she performed.

She was obsessed with determination.


So many suffered,

The evidence got sustained,

but nothing stood in front of the serial killer.

Some stifled from her hold, and others bled silently.


She worked hard and learned the skill by practicing.

She got transitioned from an amateur to a professional.

It’s fine to be a murder of a language.


Persistence gives you perfection.

Keep murdering, till you develop Proficiency.

It takes time to kill the murderer in you, but eventually,

you will win.


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