Sometimes I get scared, because your memory is too much to handle. Your face fills my nightmares. Never have I met such a sick twisted soul like yours. So demonic, hell spat it back out. So black a soul, you carry. Around for no other reason than to hurt. To steal. You took every ounce of happiness from me. I was killed inside, in indescribable ways. What you did to me was horrifying on too many levels. Your sadistic, satanic mind makes a porno look like home. To call you a murderer would be an injustice. To call you a murderer would be like calling Hitler innocent. Thoughts of you have scarred my mind. Your perverted insanity lit blue flames to my heart. The word "Pain" doesn't begin to cover howIi felt. Abused, violated, used, victimized, tortured, dead, worthless, like an object. Like some pawn in your sick game. Your ice cold motives penetrated my soul. I bled, and as I did, you laughed. You left me for dead. And for that, I will NEVER forgive you. You mental bastard, I hope you die. I wont rest peacefully until you've felt my pain. This knife I hold is a knife of revenge. It has your name written all over it. I won't rest until it has done the damage you've done to my sanity. I make no threats, that's a PROMISE.
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