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Jun 2017
I met a killer once.
Actually I met them all.
They all killed the person I used to be.

They locked up the things that made me truly happy.
They cut off the people that made life worthwhile.
They paid off the girl I used to see and smile.
Finally they killed me, they changed me. They won.

I met a killer once.
Actually I met them all.
They killed the person I used to be.
Written by
Emily Marshall
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       NuBlaccSoul, freya c and Me Díaz
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