She was smiling, the same way as she always would when she was thinking about something nice. He made another cut, and watched a new line of blood make its own path.
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Stories From psychopaths
I cut deep, exploring the depths of your human flesh, and such adrenaline flows when I do. I become a different man, a complete man, as I punch a hole in your skin. The smell of fresh oozing blood and the taste in t...
Why not tell the story of my life, all I had to overcome, every hurdle and every river I had to cross to be nothing in life. Someone needs to tell everyone that sometimes all you can do I try, and if everything is d...