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I want revenge; I want him dead. That's the evil thought running in my head. How could he kill them; I don't understand. Wait a minute. Take it slow. Let's make a plan.
Apart from the world is how I feel. Yet to me, this pain is everything that's real. I close my eyes to remember a time; of better days, the days I felt fine.
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