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I'm standing in front of the man I just killed,
my knife is buried in his chest but it is I who feels really chilled.
"What have I done? This is really bad."
"You don't have to be sad."
Suddenly a man appears by my side.
his crooked teeth and grey skin makes me want to run away and hide.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" I scream with my heart full of rage,
"How come?" he asks. "I think you have to turn bacl a page."
"You're the one who makes me do bad things!"
"Well, you have a point there, after all, you're my puppet with strings."
He rises up his hand, my hand does the same,
How could I've made a decision so lame?
By sellin' my soul to the Grim Reaper,
Can I sink any deeper?
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