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Aug 2016
How do you exist in such a world where you're called a monster, budding serial killer, anything to resist the thought to **** while i close my eyes and when i open them everyone is dead, only silence then the reality breaks and that high of one day a bad idea i do it again, chopping and cutting hearing the screams its making me want it more and more, the system is protecting themselves thats why they shouldn't have let me out, the imagine of torture always crosses my mind, how should i do it, break every finger, one by one, cut your tongue off every inch till you say bye, cut you open and find your heart just to show you, squeeze it after every second it beats, it won't defeat the purpose that you're still living then eat it so we are one, to bad that i hate, the whole human race is a disgrace, stay where you are, you know i'm to dangerous now that people want me dead, empty threats, they scare and try to infect the people that judge, you're in fear stop the tears i'll strangle you with barbwire just to get off and the blood sprays, listen to these words as the world will never know someone in despair.
Thoughts...
Young Neckrotik
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