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My wildest fantasy is to cut my tongue out Just to feel the pleasure that pain gives And watch as my blood pour out of my mouth As it runs down my neck and slips onto my tank-top to paint a perfect portrait On regular days I wished To lose a leg or two Maybe break a few bones, throw in some toes Just to see how I would look Other days I wanted to go MIA Leaving only bloodstains on my silk sheets With an ax and suicide note, of course, to throw the Cops off Just to write about it in my dairy On sad days I wished I was robbed Or attacked by a good looking stranger Hit by a car, cow or something Just to be notice It's usually fun to have conversations with dead bodies They listen well It's even more fun turning them into antique furniture Especially the teeth it gives zing to the ring People say I’m crazy Do you think I’m crazy? Hehe… No, I’m not I’m a Sociopath there’s a difference!
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 6:58 AM UTC
Sorry I Can’t Help It, I’m A Sociopath