From My Target
April 4, 2012
My Enemy,
You were my target before, -Autumn Justice. Now you're ready, you're my enemy.
I'm aware of what you want. You must be a queen in your thoughts, wrong thoughts. Bitch, you're a bitch.
I am capable of more than you think. My potential is much, much higher than you, bozo coward. You can do nothing, nothing, but make a lovely frankeinstein.
Callum Morris - your Target
I remember this reply crystal clear, absolutely. This was what made me do what I did. You urged me, Morris, yes, you did it. Monster. You are a frankeinstein, you dead man! May the insects in your grave rot you to air, may they even decay your backbone, you are a filthy disgrace, Morris. Morris. Callum Morris. Horrible, so horrible.
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