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5d
n the middle of the night,
I got up thirsty.
And I went to the kitchen
To drink a glass of water;

Iit was 2 o'clock
And everybody was sleeping,
But the television was on;

I got surprised;
I remembered very well
I had turned it off before;

As I headed towards it
To turn it off
I saw it was not playing a regular program;

It had a snapshot of a photo
And played it on;
There were black letters
On a white background;

This is what it wrote:
«I hate you!»
«I want to see you weak and brittle!»
«I want to see you crawl!»

Io instead of turning it off,
I grabbed it and threw it from the fifth floor;
Amethyste
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Amethyste  40/F/Tirana
(40/F/Tirana)   
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