Not
Sometimes my thoughts scare me not in
a sense I'm crazy, I'm just extraordinarily
strange
Not that I find pleasure in pain but the cuts
on my arm signify some type of mental
joyful gain
Not that I'm crazy but somewhat insane I
try to remember that life is no game die
once that's the end of the lane
Not that I'm afraid of death but I keep my
distance sometimes I question my current
existence I feel like I'm slipping away
Not physically but mentally ,mentally I'm
deranged I think of slitting throats and
skinning goats and turning the skin into
coats,
Not that I'd ever do it because that's out of
range but my anger is filling up and so is
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