Τρίτη, 29 Μαρτίου 2011

the regret of the killer.

I've always liked the minds of criminals, they seem similar to artists.
Like a greek text:
Then he appeared, he walked slowly, with a ''
extinct'' face he just pointed out the victims. The ones who were meant to be killed. That time he didn't have friends neither family. That time he was just the one to decide who would continue living in this unfair life.

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