His crime.
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He was locked up.
He was successfully locked up for months.
In a cell in the basement.
He couldn't escape.
There were guards.
His crime needed to be punished.
But some traitor gave him the keys.
So he escaped.
He continued with his crimes.
And he was welcomed.
Because once he started the victim felt nothing.
He destroyed her.
By just his presence.
He wasn't locked aways again.
He stayed.
Until she died.
She's me.
He's my thoughts.
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roses have dorns too
Puisijust a few poems I wrote while trying to deal with me emotions and the things inside me and I mean this the poetical way, not the smut one :) anyway, since those are specifically about negitve emotions, it can trigger people so please be careful. k...
