The mind of a killer
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Last published Sat, May 18, 2019
I know it's not right, but it feels right. It makes me happy. Or at least, I think this is happiness. I know someone loves these people, but they have no significance to me. To hear the screaming is like a chorus. To see the kids cry is like a vibrant painting on a gray wall. But the rest is a blur. The innocent joy, the pain, it's not there. Why is it not there
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