Category : Diary/Journal
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Look at me. I am a mess. I am a thousands of words and none of them are good. I am scary, I may not look like it. That is why I am scary. I am dangerous. And afraid of what I can do to you. When you see me run. I can only hold myself for so long, so run run way from me. I don't think you want to end up like them.