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A Killers P.O.V.
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Ongoing, First published May 09, 2016
Mature
This contains very disturbing, creepy, and horrable contents. I assure you I am not a killer lol. I am not. But i can think like one. I cant think like anyone. This book is thinking like cold blooded killer. Many contents in here will make me seam crazy, delusional, monstrous and wicked. If it is too much. DO NOT READ. But im sure there is someone out there who wants to know how killers think and feel. So fascinating isnt it. My goal is to make you connect and feel and scared the living daylights out of you. This does not encourage or support murdering. This is just a book. I warn you again, you have no idea how horrable some things will be inside....read at your own risk.
Yours truly,
                                 Ashton Gray
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