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secret (by The Mad Hatter)
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oh god
the headaches have started again
i can see her now
walking on the ashpalt towards her blue car
i have been watching her for a week
i approached her yesterday, asked her for a date
she laughed
cold metal
twitch
i can release the evil from her
i can banish the demons
perhaps i can stop my own headache
flesh eaters invading my cranium
click
the liberator
it's open
move quickly
short scream
stifled
so much
red
hand
mouth
breathin
grinning
shaking
stillness
her eyes
glassy
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