vanessa wallace


Ever since I was little, serial killers were such an enigma to me

Mostly the inner workings in a serial killers' mind

I wondered how someone could be so emotionless

So anti-social

That they decide to kill

Dark thoughts.

They corrupt the mind

So much so that we can have the heart to














What's the point in killing me if I'm killing myself from the inside?




  • Goldfinch60

    For one so young these words show how the horror in this world is reaching to people who in my youth knew nothing about it.
    I am glad you have moved on in your life, life is good.

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