She dreamsThere was a little girl who dreamt. She dreamt of hate and blood, and this made her cry. She craved slicing open human flesh, watching the crimson droplets slowly appear and gorw. Grow until they descend down her body. It was such a sight, the reflective knife against the blood. The smell of copper red gave her a high. She dozed into a hypnotic state of euphoria. She had control. No matter what anyone else said, ordered, or thought about her, at least THIS she could control. In this moment, she was untouchable. She was alone, but with herself. She didn't minShe dreams
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