Do you see the evil in me?
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3 people meet in hell
What have they done to arrive there?
Well well well
They all seemed like good people
A teacher, a dance coach and a doctor
But secretly all lethal
Why you asking me?
Better ask the serial killer, drug dealer and child abusee
As they ask the question, Do you see the evil In me?
This story is like no other, this was a play that I did for my GCSE drama it's to interesting to keep to myself
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