Photographic Memories

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Warning : it's weird...;)

Every night I cry
because I thought you were the guy
you told me to smile
I guess it just wasn't my style
when you started to turn
you made me learn

With hatred I was filled
until the first time I killed
I wonder if I should do it again
one, two, three until ten

I was broken
but now I have awoken
I may be a psychopath
but I still keep your photograph

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Short, I know but o well. This poem is kinda creepy, it freaked me out once I read it for the second time... :l

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