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Yes, the devil himself
Like flashback in a movie
The memories come back…
I was thirteen
He was twenty eight
Oh! Poor little me
If only I had known!
Like an evil Angel
I sought after him
He made me this
A woman with no dignity…
Until I punched his heart
With my shining knife
And left him groaning
All covered with his blood
Call me a murderer!
I dont care about tomorrow
This beast, I won’t let live today
Call me a murderer!
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