here it comes, the wind, unbidden...
I swear... if I ever get my hands on that bastard... I will torture him... show him hell on earth... make him wish he was never born...
I want him back! I want him back! I want him back! I want him back!!
what do you expect me to do?
I do this so this world will know that it will not change me.
have a headache... damn...
to me, you have no face. I do not know you or any of your features... but in my mind, I have killed you are million times over.