findacure
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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.
