THE ART OF MURDER
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Who killed me? Who killed her? Who killed them?! I am nothing to fear, I am just a pure ideology of sarcasm, maturity, moron, and I enjoy the beauty of killing. Am I to be a suspect? No I'm not! No one knows me, I might be you, her, him, them, I might be your father. No one knows, or I am just a part of your imagination. The dark side of the real you? The envious, the unholy, the unjust, the artist. I am you? Maybe!
NO ONE KNOWS MY GENDER! My identity, if you know me then good you are wise!
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