My mind is a madhouse. You look at me and see a normalish nerd, but in my mind I think I'm a psycho. I have discussions with myself almost daily. Please tell me, am I mad? Or am I only a paranoid boy who doesn't kbow his place in the world. I look and play the act of a normie, while I myself am touched. Life looks as it would be for a mad man, light and dark, warm and cold, war and peace. All things I see are different like me. Original as you would say. Yet again, who here truly has the knowledge to tell me who and what I am. We are all our own person inside. It is only up to us to show who we really are.
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Twisted Thoughts From a Twisted Mind
Short StoryA book explaining the demon inside me trying to get out. The sad, depressing demon that I keep down with fake happiness.
