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Just a lonely girl making my way through life... What has happened doesn’t define us, but what we do will. Love me some singing & writing
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Challenge of the Week CXCVIII
This is a challenge of FICTION for the sake of art. How would you get away with being a serial killer in 2020?
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words.

I’m not evil,

or at least I don’t think so.

Honestly, I'm lonely.

I just want someone to love me,

To make up for all the lost times,

They just don’t understand the difficulties.

i’m surrounded by people yet completely alone.

But my trouble carries a body count.

Yet I’m never the suspect they need.

My weapon isn’t in my hand,

It’s in my mind.

My razor tongue has cut too deep.

Why won’t someone help?

Now my conscience is overloaded,

I have too many names to list.

And so you shall see.

I killed them with a poison;

My toxic comments and envy.

I’m sorry but regret nothing,

Because at least I’m scat free.

Let my realisations begin.

I’m a modern serial killer

And this death chain ends with me.

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1am

There's little to focus on

When time travels at the speed of light.

But I find one thing for certain,

Our place on the face of this earth.

Theres something we're all missing

I know it,

But not quite what.

For all I can see is shadow.

If life is so ephemeral,

Why waste it away?

While night drifts past on a cloud,

What should we do if it was day?

Would I gain courage,

Or find the friend I haven't yet met?

Should I become one of the flock.

And live in mindless peril?

Our future is uncertain but we know for now,

If we don't change our everyday.

At some point tomorrow will be a smog.

No longer what awaits underneath the veil of dawn.

So I ponder under the stars,

On the life I live.

On a brainwashed society.

And what it takes to end the foolish games,

To make it out alive.

Afterall, the present is a gift;

And tomorrow may not come.

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