BRVKEN AMYGDALA
YEAH YOU'RE RIGHT, I'M REALLY A CRUEL GUY, MY SOUL'S EXHAUSTED ALL LIGHT, THAT'S WHY I'M SWINGIN' MY KNIFE, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE, THERE'S SIMPLY NO OTHER WAY, HERE IS YOUR COFFIN PLACE, HERE YOU WILL REST IN FEAR BUT NOT PEACE, MY AMYGDALA IS BROKEN I SEE ALL PEOPLE AS MANNEQUINS, I RIP YOUR EYEBALL OUT OF THE SOCKET LOOKIN' INTO THE OTHER EYE WHICH HAS ALREADY SEEN MANY THINGS, I'M OUT OF CONTROL I CAN DO ANYTHING, I'M A COLD-BLOODED PSYCHOPATH MY BRAIN'S CONTROLLED BY INSANITY I never change my life routine, The kills keep me alive, yeah, still, I KEEP BREAKIN' MY MENTAL STATE, COUNTIN' DAYS TO A LETHAL DAY, I'VE GOT NOTHING ELSE TO DO NOWHERE TO PUT ALL THE HATE, SO I DO WHAT I'M USED TO, FILL UP THE BLOODBATH TO THE BRIM, I MAKE AN INCISION 'CROSS THE THROAT SO THAT THE VICTIM DOESN'T SCREAM MY AMYGDALA IS BROKEN I SEE ALL PEOPLE AS MANNEQUINS, I RIP YOUR EYEBALL OUT OF THE SOCKET LOOKIN' INTO THE OTHER EYE WHICH HAS ALREADY SEEN MANY THINGS
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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