Run
like the fire that burns in my heart...
I'm right behind you.
Hide
like they all did, the dead can testify...
I will find you.
Cry
like a coward, it doesn't bother me.
You are mine now.
Scream
like the others, they speak now silent tones,
You will die now.

Love...I don't think you'll be here much longer.

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Have you ever found a file in your computer that you just don't remember writing/drawing? It happens to me alot.
I have a terrible memory. I also have a terrible feeling I copied this into NotePad to read it, for some reason,
and didn't write it at all...but I don't remember. If this poem is something you've written or read before...let me know at
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And don't try to screw me over. I can read posting dates, you know.