SPLIT PERSVNALITY 2
I have blackouts, Feels like there's someone else in my head, BECAUSE OF THIS, I BECOME THE CAUSE OF NERVOUS BREAKDOWNS, I cannot control myself when someone controls me, Then I get the role of a weapon AND SOMEONE'S SHIT CLEANER. Don't get me wrong, I'M NOT A HYPOCRITE, I have a demon THAT'S UNDER MY SKIN, I've nowhere to run, I CAN'T FIGHT WHAT'S WITHIN, I don't have no choice BUT TO PUT UP WITH IT I don't know what kind of personality I have in my mind, But I want it to disappear completely, I wanna kill it, wipe it off the face of the earth, and move on with my life, It's a 1 on 1 fight, everybody calls me crazy... MY SECOND PERSONALITY WANTS EVERYONE TO DIE, IT CAN DO ANYTHING IT CAN COMMIT GENOCIDE, THIS IS A MONSTER WITH A SENSE OF THE BEAST FROM IT IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO HIDE, BUT THE QUESTION IS, WILL YOU TAKE MY WORDS AS HELP OR THINK THAT IT'S ALL A LIE
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
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@CVLD BLVVDED 🎉🎉🎉.
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