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He’s still lying. I saw everything.
He looked so calm, so normal - just walking along.
Then he saw the crowd.
I saw everything - he saw the crowd and sprinted towards them.
He threw all his stuff to one side, he raced past me.
And then I saw something, something evil in his eyes. It scared me.
He did it, he’s the only one who could have done.
He had control, perfect control over himself.
I saw him - calm, but changed. As he did it.
Then he came for me.
I’m not lying.
I know what I saw, I know what he did. And he hurt me.
It was perfectly planned, I could see. He was distant as it happened - away from it all. Like he’d been through everything a thousand times before, in his head.
He never planned to help.
He’s lying to you.
Anyone could tell you that. It’s human nature to lie, to get yourself out of trouble. Defensive instincts, he wants to get away.
He’s lying. He never wanted to help me, I saw it in his eyes.
He was obsessed. Possessed, even. Mechanical.
Nothing disturbed him.
It’s my word against his. Simple as that.
I’m telling the truth. You can see that.
But look at him now - he’s so scared.
He knows there’s no way out. And he’s scared.
He knows this is it, his plans went wrong.
He loved it, in the crowd. Then on his own.
Everything was a rush, a new experience.
And he loved it.
He’s lying.
He did everything.
He looked so calm, so normal - just walking along.
Then he saw the crowd.
I saw everything - he saw the crowd and sprinted towards them.
He threw all his stuff to one side, he raced past me.
And then I saw something, something evil in his eyes. It scared me.
He did it, he’s the only one who could have done.
He had control, perfect control over himself.
I saw him - calm, but changed. As he did it.
Then he came for me.
I’m not lying.
I know what I saw, I know what he did. And he hurt me.
It was perfectly planned, I could see. He was distant as it happened - away from it all. Like he’d been through everything a thousand times before, in his head.
He never planned to help.
He’s lying to you.
Anyone could tell you that. It’s human nature to lie, to get yourself out of trouble. Defensive instincts, he wants to get away.
He’s lying. He never wanted to help me, I saw it in his eyes.
He was obsessed. Possessed, even. Mechanical.
Nothing disturbed him.
It’s my word against his. Simple as that.
I’m telling the truth. You can see that.
But look at him now - he’s so scared.
He knows there’s no way out. And he’s scared.
He knows this is it, his plans went wrong.
He loved it, in the crowd. Then on his own.
Everything was a rush, a new experience.
And he loved it.
He’s lying.
He did everything.
TGMbloke wrote:
> A bit harsh.
No it wasn't.
He can't help if something doesn't appeal to him.
Gay bum sex doesn't appeal to me. I don't think I'm being harsh to gays.
> A bit harsh.
No it wasn't.
He can't help if something doesn't appeal to him.
Gay bum sex doesn't appeal to me. I don't think I'm being harsh to gays.
Nor me, really.
Just an idea I churned out in 5 minutes.
Just an idea I churned out in 5 minutes.
I've read both of them but it really didnt appeal to me.
He’s still lying. I saw everything.
He looked so calm, so normal - just walking along.
Then he saw the crowd.
I saw everything - he saw the crowd and sprinted towards them.
He threw all his stuff to one side, he raced past me.
And then I saw something, something evil in his eyes. It scared me.
He did it, he’s the only one who could have done.
He had control, perfect control over himself.
I saw him - calm, but changed. As he did it.
Then he came for me.
I’m not lying.
I know what I saw, I know what he did. And he hurt me.
It was perfectly planned, I could see. He was distant as it happened - away from it all. Like he’d been through everything a thousand times before, in his head.
He never planned to help.
He’s lying to you.
Anyone could tell you that. It’s human nature to lie, to get yourself out of trouble. Defensive instincts, he wants to get away.
He’s lying. He never wanted to help me, I saw it in his eyes.
He was obsessed. Possessed, even. Mechanical.
Nothing disturbed him.
It’s my word against his. Simple as that.
I’m telling the truth. You can see that.
But look at him now - he’s so scared.
He knows there’s no way out. And he’s scared.
He knows this is it, his plans went wrong.
He loved it, in the crowd. Then on his own.
Everything was a rush, a new experience.
And he loved it.
He’s lying.
He did everything.
He looked so calm, so normal - just walking along.
Then he saw the crowd.
I saw everything - he saw the crowd and sprinted towards them.
He threw all his stuff to one side, he raced past me.
And then I saw something, something evil in his eyes. It scared me.
He did it, he’s the only one who could have done.
He had control, perfect control over himself.
I saw him - calm, but changed. As he did it.
Then he came for me.
I’m not lying.
I know what I saw, I know what he did. And he hurt me.
It was perfectly planned, I could see. He was distant as it happened - away from it all. Like he’d been through everything a thousand times before, in his head.
He never planned to help.
He’s lying to you.
Anyone could tell you that. It’s human nature to lie, to get yourself out of trouble. Defensive instincts, he wants to get away.
He’s lying. He never wanted to help me, I saw it in his eyes.
He was obsessed. Possessed, even. Mechanical.
Nothing disturbed him.
It’s my word against his. Simple as that.
I’m telling the truth. You can see that.
But look at him now - he’s so scared.
He knows there’s no way out. And he’s scared.
He knows this is it, his plans went wrong.
He loved it, in the crowd. Then on his own.
Everything was a rush, a new experience.
And he loved it.
He’s lying.
He did everything.