Devil said Dance

the part that worries me the most is that most fights would fizzle itself out,
but this one doesn't seem to anytime die out.
i don't like my family.
and my family don't like me.
it's a win win situation.
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i feel bad for her sometimes,
but after that when she fucks my day up.
all sense of sympathy's gone.
and all i wanna do is to kill them all.
kill them all, slow and painfully.
yeah, i'm turning out well.
a murderous psychopath.
i should just turn myself in.
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good day bitches.

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