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I call him a monster when I write about him. Because I can't imagine a person would do what he did. Make him a story, a monster, Not a human, he can't be. He couldn't understand the word no, Nor the pleading and the tears. He cannot be a person, with a family, friends, who listens to old rock music and eats take out Chinese food on Saturdays. He can't be a person, I don't understand.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Not real
I call him a monster when I write about him. Because I can't imagine a person would do what he did. Make him a story, a monster, Not a human, he can't be. He couldn't understand the word no, Nor the pleading and the tears. He cannot be a person, with a family, friends, who listens to old rock music and eats take out Chinese food on Saturdays. He can't be a person, I don't understand.
Scattered thoughts, sorry
LizAndLilacs
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
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