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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m always loud. I was never really good at whispering I have a love/hate relationship with people and animals I suffer from bulimia and my vomit is sometimes deadly I’m mostly an introvert, however, sometimes I can get flashy when I want things Sometimes I don’t feel like talking My past partners would say I have commitment issues but that’s just because they don’t treat me right. I don’t ask for much, just a nice oil massage every now and then. I can be violent but it’s never intentional. I often go off on people. It’s not my fault though. One time I went off on somebody’s daughter. Another time I went off on some bonehead idiot who just didn’t understand me, often using and abusing me. I’ve had scratches and sawed-off parts of me that I can never get back. Again, though I can be violent, it’s never intentional. Just the other day a nice lady, grieving the loss of her son, wanted to ultimately put the blame on me! Can you believe this??? This happens all the time though. It never gets old. I mean, let’s not flip out here. It’s not my will that your son should die. The devil made me do it. Anyway, that’s pretty much my life. How I came to be the fascination and ultimate goal of attainment for young boys in which they emulate immolating with such sadistic and satiating horror is beyond me. I can only be myself.
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