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[*x*] oh so tragic, our hearts of fabric.. oh so fragile as they rip and tear.. but not yours.. does this mean you care..? [*x*]

and i decide my first target , the worst one , melanie , she started everything , from the torment , she was a cold-blooded killer as well , she killed her own uncle and blamed me , saying 'oh look at her , she knows she did it , she's such a cold-blooded murderer , my uncle was everything to me' she shrouded under lies and everyone would vouch for her , or she would do the same to them as she did to her uncle.

'hello melanie' i said , grimly , i was always good at making myself sound sinister , i grinned as i watched her delicate little face twist into fear , that little angel face , so unfitting for such a person as melanie, 'You've come too far now, you'll never make it out of this nightmare alive , sweet dreams, melanie flich! ' and , as those perfect features were twisted by my own hand i tied the rope and hung it from the ceiling , 'now we'll see who commited suicide.' i said and slotted her head through the noose ' you're a dead man , melanie , have a nice time in hell.'

Against my will i stand beside my own reflection

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[*x*] oh so tragic, our hearts of fabric.. oh so fragile as they rip and tear.. but not yours.. does this mean you care..? [*x*]

and i decide my first target , the worst one , melanie , she started everything , from the torment , she was a cold-blooded killer as well , she killed her own uncle and blamed me , saying 'oh look at her , she knows she did it , she's such a cold-blooded murderer , my uncle was everything to me' she shrouded under lies and everyone would vouch for her , or she would do the same to them as she did to her uncle.

'hello melanie' i said , grimly , i was always good at making myself sound sinister , i grinned as i watched her delicate little face twist into fear , that little angel face , so unfitting for such a person as melanie, 'You've come too far now, you'll never make it out of this nightmare alive , sweet dreams, melanie flich! ' and , as those perfect features were twisted by my own hand i tied the rope and hung it from the ceiling , 'now we'll see who commited suicide.' i said and slotted her head through the noose ' you're a dead man , melanie , have a nice time in hell.'

Against my will i stand beside my own reflection