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Sequel to Psychological Mitosis *New York Herald* Is a serial killer on the loose? New York’s finest this morning discovered the decayed remains of the missing John Ashley. He was reported missing two weeks ago after NYPD’s chief detective Theo Farrell of the 23rd precinct, wanted him to answer some more questions in relation
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I am that which your mama used to warn you about sugar! I am the ‘Boogie man’, a psychological predator because I prey, invade, stalk, and feed off your fear through your dreams. Freddie Kruger is so just like me, only that I am by far worse and bullets from a Luger P08 couldn’t even
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The umbrella said to me, I am singularly the most useful domestic item in this country, then it stressed its point by showing me what a good job he was doing protecting an immaculately dressed woman from the rain, then it goes ahead to show me other people wielding an umbrella in the rain
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I am a predator and she is my prize, the prey. For weeks I have stalked her, watched her every movement, the sway of her hips, the way she smiled, oh! She so smelt like the lily. The bitch has had it coming and she is going to get it tonight, it was her
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Twice I fell asleep on the Double Decker, twice it crept up my body and twice I let out a heart wrenching scream, for lack of sleep my two eyes barely could keep open, my two legs barely could hold me up, but my two ears remain sharp ever still, listening and waiting for
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Where am I? Where the hell am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Those were the questions that kept echoing in my head. The whole place gave out an ethereal ambiance and except for a humming and crackling sound that I couldn’t place and the consistent drop of water that
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All it took were three drops, three drops and the salty tears come flooding down my face without control. For three years on this day it has always been like that, a stiff battle with my tears for three hours, to the point that when it starts drowning me in sorrow I take
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If passion were a flame of fire, That burned into my soul; I’d be consumed by this inferno, By you who makes me whole. Just like the moth who can’t resist, Who’s drawn into the fire; I dance around the flickering light, Of passion and desire. I look so deeply in your eyes, At the
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All it done and seen has he believes he because actions yesterdays his of folly the and glory today’s his with compared be cant that mockery a is present your in surviving that believes he so, history your past his and past his present your makes that so, tomorrow your in living is he
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My soul weeps for you! The mere thought that you are out there, close by yet so far away hurts me so bad to the point where I shed tears. There are days where I can taste the bitter taste of defeat in my mouth whenever I think of you. Not a day goes
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