i have gazed into your eyes with malice aforethought and i have a weapon aimed at you for all the shit you did to me you are going to die i have a shotgun pointed right at your eye do not make a sudden move do not even cough because ill get nervous and ill blow your fucking head off the target is locked and now youre in trouble you are going to get yours and you'll pay for attacking me in the park when i was with my friends start saying your prayers this is your last day im going to shoot you now i take aim my trembling stops and your violent death is just a formality i squeeze the trigger and it just happened pretend im your killer no, that's reality...Birth sign: Aries
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