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I never called him a monster.
I never called him a freak.
He was just a normal person to me.
Even though he had that wolfish evil grin.
That glint of evil in his eye when he smiles.
The satisfaction he gets in pain of others.
Other than that he looked normal.He looked innocent.
He never seemed to be insane.
He was a mad hatter.
I never said it out loud.
Who am I to judge when I, myself have a monster inside that I constantly fight with every breath that I take?
I am not the only one.
He is not the only one.
Everyone has a monster inside.
It depends on the person on how insane and big their monster is.
~C.Ø.

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He was a killer.
Not a killer of human lives, but human hearts.
He was the predator, and pathetically I was a prey.
~C.Ø.
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The parade was darkness.
Yet, for many it was the light.
It was where many with the same pain celebrated the end.
Where many gathered in relief of passing a painful test.
The broken, the beaten, the miserable.
All together in the black parade.
~C.Ø.