Asharee Alpha Poems

Pondering of my next victim. Oh the sweet reassuring scent of his colone.
That sweet, sweet smell, linking into his satisfying smile.
His voice. That strong, dearing voice gives me tingles as I listen...Deeply listening.
Never touched by my victim, surely I'd die.
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I sit and think. My thoughts are drowned with sadness. Depression is a 'state of mind' someone once told me.
I try to keep that deep within me everytime I see fun arise.
I don't have that anymore unfortunately. After the death of my best friend, I don't want life anymore. I think about how things would change if I were gone. But if I were gone, would I reunite with Erin..?
Would God accept me into his home..?
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