Little Miss Killer
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My name is Amy, whenever i get too sad, too happy or too excited, i tend to hurt people, no, wait i don't hurt them, i kill them. You see i have this pshycological disorder namely Gradexia, its an involuntary urge to kill. It's not my fault and iwill do anything to cure myself.
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