A psychopath is better than no path at all.
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I wouldn't say that I have a mental disorder, I'd just say that I'm mourning. And everyone mourns. Even if they don't notice they are. They mourn for loved ones. They mourn for missed opportunities. Even the most cold-hearted people mourn, They've just learned to bury their feeling to the deepest, darkest layer of their poor, confused and lost soul. *** Joline Orwell's fiance was mysteriously murdered at the alter. The murderer? Got away. Ever since that day she had been waiting. Waiting for the day when he was coming back even though she knew it would never come. But what harm is there in hoping, right?
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