The Collector

The Collector

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, May 26, 2020
Ive never been one to tell my story for pity. I don't want to be stared at in awe. I tell it to warn you. He's out there. He hunts people. He made me watch. He wants me. He wants more.
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"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."

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