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Dark Mind


In the darkness My eyes could only see the blood scattered on the floor I only imagined the day...when I slit her throat I was put on trial and charged with first degree murder The people and news media questioned my motives But I knew that I was insane As I watched from my prison cell, slowly dying from old age, I had no visitors to come see me and I thought, Why should I care? For I love no one and no one loves me My vision fading away, I closed my eyes and embraced Death at my door For I knew I would not sing with the angels For I knew I will burn for the rest of my eternal life, alongside with my fellow demons and the Devil
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I'm eighteen years old and I plan on becoming a successful writer before I turn twenty five. I also love playing the guitar and listening to music on the daily.

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