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I see a reflection Of you in myself You are my darker side The one that remains hidden But soon this reflection will come true As I pass a window I look and see a different face I feel my face It is the face in the window It grins sadistically Hidden ideas arise These ideas are beautiful Gorgeous and stunning I walk and see All the people around me I laugh at them They are mindless robots Following the stupidity around them What idiots! I go home Those thoughts soon become actions I grab the kitchen knife The sharpest one I grin to myself as my dreams Will finally come true I go outside Into the bitter cold I ignore it as I will soon feel something colder Grinning I walk across the grass I soon see a girl Clad in slutty clothes I see her beautiful body And hear her musical voice It is enticing I ignore that I glance around Walk up and make small talk Ignored at first But soon she becomes frustrated We walk And talk Near the corner I slide the knife gently out of my pocket We continue chatting The knife continues to slide out I soon grab her mouth Close it shut No one will hear her scream First I stab her shoulder Then her side Blood is spraying on me Like a red tie dye shirt She tries biting my hand It hurts This means nothing to me The adrenaline is making me high It peaks I finally stab her heart She finally slups in my arms Dead and cold I love my new self I am finally free My true self Has been set free
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