Psycho
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I've done quite alot of bad things. None of them as bad as what led me to this point of my life. Now I could lie all I want and say I didn't mean to do it, or that I didn't know what I was doing. But the truth is, I did know what I was doing. I liked doing it. So with out further ado this is the story of how I became labelled a psychopath.
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