I wish I were not psychotic not to have this brain with a thousand weird functioning circuits with a fantasy of its own
so I would be left alone from the society that uninvited steps in my door that goes and decides what is best for me
I met three today I never asked them for a coffee I never wanted to hang out with them today but they shouted and screamed what I did not want to hear that I can not care of my son.
Ridiculous Gods
In clown clothes scared of a different member.
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Author:
amethyste (
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