CREEPYPASTA
ALL THAT I HAD I LOST, FAMILY AND RELATIVES DISAPPEARED FOREVER, I DID NOT CHOOSE THIS OUTCOME, I'M LOST AND CAN'T FIND MY PLACE IN THIS WORLD, BEN DROWNED, MY IDENTITY WAS KILLED, I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE PATH OF WANDERING IN THE NET, THE DARKLINK MADE ME A MONSTER THAT CAN KILL, I DIDN'T WANT TO KILL, HE MADE ME LIKE THIS NURSE ANN, WAS FRIENDLY AND HELPED OTHER HUMANS, THE ENVY OF OTHERS CHANGED AND KILLED HER, SEVERED LIMBS AND A SEVERED EYE, IS THIS A REWARD FOR ALL SAVED LIVES? Help and do good AT THE SAME TIME, WHEN SOMEONE IS FILLING YOUR BACK WITH KNIVES, IT'S SUCH A BITTERSWEET TRUTH AND A PITIFUL SHOW, DON'T BE SURPRISED BY THE NUMBER OF MURDERS DUE TO SOMEONE ELSE'S HURT EYELESS JACK, Dragged forcibly into the darkness with his eyes torn off, THE LIQUID IN THE EYE SOCKETS IS BLACK, It is impossible to know if you'll die as a person tomorrow, WILL YOU BECOME A KILLER OR SOMEONE WILL BREAK YOUR NECK, Life's a roulette wheel, AN' THE RESULT CAN'T BE PREDICTED, SO MANY RESENTMENT AND SO MANY OPEN WOUNDS FROM KNIVES IN THE BACK THAT CAN'T BE HEALED, It's not their fault that they became monsters, DON'T TRY TO SAY OTHERWISE, IT WILL BE A LIE, EVERYONE HAS SKELETONS IN THEIR CLOSET Maybe I'mma sick psycho or a madman who justifies maniacs for the murders they've done, but I see their motive and it's insult mixed with pain. I see it this way, but you can find 'em thoughtless and sick...
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