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Now I understand. I understand how horrible a person can be. How they deserve more than death. I'm sat down with a smile as her blood drips on my hands. I laugh as I see her neck sliced open with my knife. I'm finally not scared of thoes killers, because I'm one of them now.
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Dear diary || Book 2 ✓
Short StoryIt was half homicide. (Sequel to "The truth untold".) - Highest rankings: -#845 mental illness -#139 therapy -#584 agustd