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This site is amazing because nobody judges anyone for murdering someone else lest it be fictional or irl

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i am dangerously socio/psycopathic jus sayin

Yes i know they’re two different things

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And i know a lot of mental stuff too

I know the differences between a lot of stereotypes and misconceptions…

I wrote about a psychopath and had so much fun

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I turned on the evening news
Saw a old man being interviewed
Turning a hundred and two today
Asked him what's the secret to life
He looked up from his old pipe
Laughed and said "All I can say is"
Don't blink
Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don't blink
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your "better half"
Of fifty years is there in bed
And you're praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think
So don't blink
I was glued to my TV when it looked like he looked at me and said
"Best start putting first things first"
Cause when your hourglass runs out of sand
You can't flip it over and start again
Take every breathe God gives you for what it's worth
Don't blink
Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don't blink
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your "better half"
Of fifty years is there in bed
And you're praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think
So don't blink
So I've been tryin' to slow it down
I've been tryin' to take it in
In this here today, gone tomorrow world we're livin' in
Don't blink
Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don't blink
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your "better half"
Of fifty years is there in bed
And you're praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think
So don't blink
Naw, don't blink
Life goes faster than you think

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He knew what he had to do.
With shaking hands he reached down into his pocket. Ignoring everyone’s questions, he pulled out his pocket knife, the very same one that made the scars on his wrists. If he kept his powers the world would collapse. Something this powerful is not meant for humanity. He could kill somebody like he did and tried to when he was fifthteen. He couldn’t trust himself, no matter how much he lied. He couldn’t become a monster again.
Hunter would have to find a new best friend, he’s good at that. Audra can find someone else to love, he didn’t matter. He had no family anyway, they’re all dead.
He brought the knife to his throat and stabbed himself. Blood ran down his neck and caught in his shirt.

@CW-BornConfuzzledLeftILoveYa

Name:Otis Hartford
Age:
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight as a..straight thing.
Personality:Very shy, quiet. Not very social, but nice when you get to know him.
ISFJ-T.
Appearance: Light brown hair with a little bit of strawberry red and brilliant bright green eyes.
Eyes always sparkle, whether he’s smiling or not. A radiant smile, but most of his smiles are close-lipped.
Likes:Being alone, playing the guitar.He also enjoys drawing.
Dislikes:People who ask constant questions.
Greatest fear: Death of his loved ones
Other:Has Asperger's Syndrome, in that he has limited social abilities, anxiety, sensetive to sudden loud sounds, and nightmares. Has panic attacks in complete darkness or stressfull situations.

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Has anyone seen @@Poof lately? I have an rp with them and they haven't responded.

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Yeah they were on British Friend earlier today, but it seemed like they were in a rush

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A hiss sounded around him, high pitched and eerie. Tom looked around him in this empty abyss, fear enclosing on him. He felt claws around his throat, digging into his skin gently.
A man sat on his knees, dark hair draped over his forehead. Blood dripped down his black and white attire, a light grey base with dark stripes running down its length jaggedly. A bloodied heavily serrated machete in his arms.
Tom's breath caught in his throat. He tried to flee but the claws clutched around his neck dug into his skin harder, causing a piercing pain.
The man lifted his head up and tilted it sideways, the blood on his face flowing in a new direction. His smile was demented and his ice-cold eyes froze Tom where he was.
He got up and circled Thomas, running his clawed gloves against the shaking boy's neck. "We meet again, Thomas…" He hissed in his ear.
"Sycore." Tom growled, hiding his fear.
"You missed me, didn't you? All the fun times we had." Sycore whispered, his voice scratchy.
"You killed my best friend!" Tom growled, tears falling down his cheeks.
Sycore looked at him, an icy stare. "Did I really? After all, the blood is on your hands, Thomas." The catlike man circled him again. "Take a look for yourself…"
He looked down at his palms, crimson dripped off them. He saw her body there, just like when it happened. "No! No! You're lying!" Tom wailed.
"Am I now?" Sycore hissed. "You always liked the smell of blood… you wanted back what you lost from when those damn dogs ripped you to shreds. I gave you everything back, your eyes and your face, but still…. you wanted more…"
"No!"
"They resent you." Sycore hissed. "You killed Hunter's lover… Murdered her in cold blood." He tilted Tom's head up. "You killed Ember Charson, Thomas Laymaier."
Tears erupted from his eye. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. You killed her.
"And soon… you'll have more blood on your hands." The catlike man stalked into the shadows of the abyss. "I will not stop till you are drowning in the blood of your loved ones."