Me.

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Hi I'm Chris, quite frankly no one gives a piss that I even exist. I sing in rhymes to hide my sadness. You may think you know me but I insist you really don't know shit. Don't get angry, I too don't know much about me or even why I really exist. You may get sad about this or get pissed. Why would I say all this for the reason? That's just it, who knows. I work in mysterious ways that has no pattern to follow or correlate with, it simply doesn't exist. One second there's a smile on my face then it's replaced with a smile that quickly turned upside down. Maybe it was like that the whole time you just couldn't see through the facade I set up to make sure you didn't see what really exist under it. For I don't want you to fear the beast that's right there, under the mask is something terrifying that is best unknown. It slips trough, that is true. It does things that are simply cruel so don't take me as a fool when I do something stupid or cruel, it's the monster that won't let me breathe in peace. It puts me in such grief. I hate it! It's just a disease! Heh....sounds just like me. See you next time, don't worry the monster is under lock and key. At least hopefully.

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