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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 this page