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An Ellen Hopkins style of poetry.

Remembering

is learning from your past mistakes. It’s supposed to help teach you to stop the

torture

from happening again. It wants you to think it isn’t your fault;

no one deserves such infliction.

Makes

you think you deserve it, but you don’t. But for some sick reason,

you like what you’ve become and

you forget

about the so called lies they tell you. You simply want someone else

to feel

the wrath of your scarred past. Schizophrenic and a blank slate mind.

No longer able to sit still and have everyone show

sympathy

without it pissing you off. No, all you want is revenge.

And with that, a serial killer is born.