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___Hi. Don't care about my name. I'm bad. Just, well are ___you still willing to live ? Anyway. I steal, I swear, I ___smoke. I scream in the street, I always fall in love ___with the killers in scary movies. And I hate you. Such ___a shame, you say noone understands you but I do. I'm ___so bad, and graves are my best friends : only death ___didn't hurt me, and it makes me wanna cry. Makes me ___wanna join the party. I wish Krueger took me away, to ___kill me in your dreams. Take a knife, and dice me, ___slice me, peel me, just in front of you. I'll breathe a ___last time, watchin' you crying, and crying, and ___screaming for help. That's why you'll discover there's ___no help nowhere. You're alone, and so do I, the only ___difference between us is that you still ignore it. ___You're nothing right here. So, like me, let him kill you ___too. Like me, have a boyfriend, only living in your ___lies. Never say the truth anymore. Love words, but let ___the silence tell you everything you need to know. Be ___ashamed of being yourself. Steal, swear, smoke. Be ___bad like I am. Now, are you still willing to live ? ...
J'vis dans un monde de fous.
