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SILHOUETTE
I killed a little girl today
The naive girl that used to be me
I shot her in the head
While she was fast asleep
I lay lifeless in my bed
My body numb, I feel posessed
The pillow soaked with tears
Growing roots of rage, I'm so distressed
Imaginary emotions
It's a blur of wicked dreams
An impulse for self-destruction
A reality of death itself.
