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Reader: Dead |
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Man's Diary on the nightstand will it hold the truth to an unanswered past |
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Thoughts of yesteryears |
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Will they be revealed to the world at last? |
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Wooden floor cracks as |
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I take a step forward |
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A cold breeze in back of my neck |
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A stench fills the room, the stench fills the room |
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Accumulated dust showed by the moonlight |
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Dark cover manuscript reveals its age |
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My hand apporaches and |
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I feel the rage |
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Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life |
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I'll nail you to the beams of red |
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I'll watch you bleed and beg for mercy |
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I'll savor the moment when our eyes will meet |
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Reader: The content feared, the diary |
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I open First page, "To my love, the first and last" |
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A black and white photo from 1912 |
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An image to remember from a forgotten past |
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I turn the pages, the horror grasps my attention |
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Shocking plots, and detailed footnotes |
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Confession begins: "My actions are haunting me, I must confess. But I fear brutal punishment for years on end." "The truth will stay with me untill my body rests" |
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Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life |
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I'll nail you to the beams of red |
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I'll burn your flesh, you will be covered with sores |
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I'll feel your pain as you scream for mercy |
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Reader: A dark presence overcomes me |
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Agression starts to roar within my veins |
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The pages turn, without applying torque |
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A blank page appears at the end of the plot |
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The ink starts to appear as |
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I read the words |
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My name inscribed, the time of death appears |
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Scripted to today's date, minutes untill tomorrow |
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An unexplainable fear is experienced |
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I close my eyes, |
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I feel a soul above |
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I look into his eyes |
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His face... ... |
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My face Is staring at me |
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Writer: I'll hunt you down and punish your life |
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I'll nail you to the beams of red |
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I'll ram a bullet right through your head |
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I'll put an end to the misery |
