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My Happiness

In a room, shrouded in darkness
you scream
and cry.
Your tears
dripping off your face,
mixing in with the
puddle of blood on the floor.
I put the blade to your wrist,
slicing your flesh.
Fresh blood running to the floor.
I can't help but grin and moan
at your screams of agony filling
the empyt, dark room.
The blade slices deeper,
the blood runs heavier,
your screams mixed with my moans
grow louder,
until....
you stop screaming.
All is silent
except for my
heavy breathing,
and the countinuos
drip of your blood,
falling to the floor.
I hear you take your last shuddering breath.
I grin.
I leave the room with the happiest thought in my head:
I made you suffer like you made me suffer. 
This is my entertainment,
my happiness. 
Written by death12365 (Kayla Moreau)
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