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There is one kid above all others that I want to kill. I want nothing more than to put a hole in his head. The oldschool one reason I don't: Hope. That tomorrow will be better. As soon as my hope is gone, oldschool people die. I ask myself why I hate more than anyone else. I don't know. But my head and heart want him dead. He only knows who I am oldschool through reputation, and I know he is scared of me. He should be. One bad day, and there will be a sawed off shotgun in his face or five pounds of Semtex under his bed. I need help. There is one person that could help, but she won't. I need to find someone else. I think I love her, but she could never love me. I don't know why I try. writing:"Killers start sad and crazy" Oh fuck. I sound so pitiful. People would laugh at this if they read it. I hate being laughed at. But they won't laugh after they're scraping parts of their parents, sisters, brothers, and friends from the wall of my hate.
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