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Crystina Holency Oct 2015
The lights flicker
I see a blade in my hand
Not only a blade
A blade of Scarlet red
And a young girl lays there at her desk
Stabbed through the heart
And her throat ripped apart
I stole her soul
She's dead
Now I'm going to move to my next victim
I'm going to knock down your door
So you know I'm coming
Because you're my next victim
And I plan on stalking you
I'm going to ruin your life
I am going to go to your school
Pretend to be a student and torture you
I'll be everywhere
Even in your dreams
I'm going to make you miserable
Like all my victims
My little sister helped me do this poem for a school assignment.

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