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I let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.

She said she would dream about me.
You said you were as we spoke.
She said she loved me.
You said you don't know how.
She said that I was perfect.
You said that I was wonderful.
She said that my letters and poems rendered her speechless.
You said that I'm a very sweet guy.

I killed her.

You're next.

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