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Nov 2017
It is saturday night
    And there's people whom I invite
    It's gloomy and twilight
For my friends had pillowfight

On the next day
Where they got home
They text there's something scary
On the basement that they roam

I replied and lied
"Silly, there was nothing inside"
I suppose and look outside
On the bodies that I killed, where will I hide?
Hiro Rousenfelt
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Hiro Rousenfelt  17/M/Philippines
(17/M/Philippines)   
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