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flowers were left,
every night.
on the tombstone,
of his murder victims.
he always asked himself,
the same question over and over.
why do i keep leaving flowers?
it's not like they're going to thank me for them.
he kept telling himself that.
but every night,
he always found himself in the cemetery,
laying flowers.
was it because of guilt?
he asked himself that a lot.
but the answer was always the same,
no.
he found pleasure,
pleasure in seeing the light fade from his victim.
he loved seeing them,
beg for mercy,
beg for their lives.
he felt like god,
knowing that he held their lives,
in his hands.
i guess you can just say,
that it was the flower effect.
that his victims have laid on him.

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