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Psychopath

is just a word used to describe me. You don’t look long enough at me to really see though. I didn’t laugh when I realized what I was. It wasn’t new, I knew how my mind worked. The word wasn’t new either. Just the label of being a psychopath. The insanity of my sanity has long since made me comfortable relaxed amused by my wild untamable uncaring traits. Who I am what I am- it taunts me so dearly, never leaving my mind. Resting in the crooks corners nooks that my mind has available.
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