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Scary psyche

It's getting worse
The feelings of this inner turmoil are taking over
I'm severely implosive
What will happen, I don't know.
Do you know what it's like? To know that everyone you know secretly talks behind your back? To know that no matter how nice you try to be and how hard you try to please these dumb fucks they still shit on you like you don't matter?
The thoughts are terrible.
They always have been.
But now their maximised to repulsive.
I want them to die. I want to kill them. Crack open the rib cage then rip they're lungs out slowly and watch them try to apologize while they choke To Get air that will never come.
The blood eagle
Yeah that sounds kinda nice
Even just a bullet to the head.
Whatever does the trick
to end the existence of these fake fucks.
I could buy a gun.
I could buy a machete
Shit, I could just beat you until it looks like you fell from the sky.
I don't want to have these thoughts.
But you gave them to me anyway.
I hope you know...
Actually I don't care if you do
But when I snap
It'll be your fault...

Written by Skump_1 (Skump Davis)
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