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I see you sitting in your one-man cage.
You will soon die for your ghastly crimes.
Several children perished in hellish agony--
just to sate your lust for blood and death.
You told them you would die by their guns...
but another death will be your fate very soon.
I thought you would look like Quasimodo...
but to see you in there, is to see a mere man.
Did you not have dreams when you grew up?
Didn't you want to be much more than this?
You threw away what gifts The Lord gave you...
squandering them to become a living Lecter.
No, I see not a monster...I see myself in you.
For I could just as easily be when you sit now.
You are but a murdering nebbish bound for Hell...
a reminder that monsters live in all of us.
--RKJ
You will soon die for your ghastly crimes.
Several children perished in hellish agony--
just to sate your lust for blood and death.
You told them you would die by their guns...
but another death will be your fate very soon.
I thought you would look like Quasimodo...
but to see you in there, is to see a mere man.
Did you not have dreams when you grew up?
Didn't you want to be much more than this?
You threw away what gifts The Lord gave you...
squandering them to become a living Lecter.
No, I see not a monster...I see myself in you.
For I could just as easily be when you sit now.
You are but a murdering nebbish bound for Hell...
a reminder that monsters live in all of us.
--RKJ
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Your heart is won out for them as any heart could ever be won, and then it goes beyond. You'd die a trillion deaths for just one of their hearts, in fact, you already have. The blood that was spilled, why, it was terrifying to see. No wonder they call you crazy. You're as mad as can be, and all for what, love?
They hate you, can't you see that? How a
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Dear Diary,
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I would guess that your response would be ‘no of course it’s not wrong,’ but with my life, you’d probably be able to guess why no one would want to love me. Growing up I was always the weird kid, the one that no one wanted to sit with. I had an overbite and my parents were always drinking. That was okay though, cause even though they’d get in arguments sometimes and try to hurt eac
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Looking
I'm looking for somebody
That I can call my other half
He doesn't need to have muscular calves,
Or a chiselled jawline with cheekbones so dreamy
As long as he is pleasant to my eyes
Looks good wearing glasses or without it
Has good manners, won't resort to telling me white lies
I will love him whole, from his hard edges to his cuddly bits.
I'm looking for someone, my bene elim
Who I can dedicate the song "Somebody" by Depeche Mode
Martin Gore had sung all that I want to say to him
But still I wrote this because I'm in love & am plain bored
He will be my rock and my pillow
And I will share to him what makes me mellow
I will tell him about my
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--RKJ
--RKJ
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The last line is all too true.