I’m weak…
I’m strong…
I can’t do anything…
I can do everything…
Why am I like this?
I love being like this.
These thoughts are bad…
I’m a bad person.
I want to make people happy…
I hate people.
It doesn’t make sense.
It makes perfect sense.
I’m a monster.
sometimes I talk to myself.
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lord-bloodlad said:
shush you.
Come here.
-loves forever-
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