Psychopathic Lifestyle
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I hate life. I love my girlfriend. I care about my girlfriend. I want my family dead. I wish death upon my family. I want an equal justice system. I want justice. I want to kill innocent people. I plan on killing kids at my school. I hate murderers.
I'm not normal. I possess a duo personality.
Why?
I don't know.
Is that bad?
I don't know.
Why must I think this way?
I don't know.
Will I ever change?
I don't know.
Should I just kill kill myself?
Maybe.
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