What does it mean to be normal? Is there a certain criteria you have to abide by to be considered normal? I know if there ever was such thing, I would not be normal.
When people talk about me, which they rarely do, I am considered normal. If they only knew me
I dont let people get to close to me. It can only end badly.
I know I can control myself, for now. But if that day comes, and it will, I will be faced with a demanding choice. Life or Death?
If I chose wrong, my world will end. If I chose right, my world will end. I will not live on with the quilt of knowing what I did. I will end my life.
Shut up and keep quiet. The only way to fight with the inevitable.
Then she came. The choice came. The end came
why? Why her? Why me? Why now? Why ever? Why? Why, why?
He is why
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Devious Comments
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There's no more life left to live...
Believe in my hate or suffer your destined fate.
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"Edward dont lick Max..." ~no one ever gets out alive...~ "Be careful what you wish for..." "You make me Crazier..."
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There's no more life left to live...
Believe in my hate or suffer your destined fate.
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Commission me?
"What doesn't kill you simply makes you stranger."
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"Edward dont lick Max..." ~no one ever gets out alive...~ "Be careful what you wish for..." "You make me Crazier..."
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