Diseased Thought

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An unspeakable amount of rage builds up inside of the girl, as she grinds her teeth and heads for home. From there, she retrieves a knife, the sight of its blood-crusted blade bringing her an eerie sense of joy.

If that's how
You're going to be,
Don't be surprised
If you end up dead!

I see, so this is the route you wish to take instead.

You're just like
The others,
The ones
I left behind.
But
I was willing
To accept that
Until my chance for happiness,
You denied.

And yet again, she lets delusion sink into her mind.

There is no delusion,
Only hurt and scorn
Dealt upon a heroine,
Whose suffering--

--Is only but delusion-born!

The girl retraces her steps, heading back towards that building. A sweet yet creepy smile adorns her face as a single thought gently caresses her diseased mind, assuring her it is the only thing that matters.

I will make
You pay.
And make no mistake,
Your crimes
Against me
Will cost you dearly.

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