The Bizarre Thoughts of a Disturbed Mind
Written by a Freakish child
Many people see me as a freak. When I walk down the streets, Parents yank their offspring out of my path, scared that I'll possibly eat them. Ok, it is a possibility but still.
Am I really such a freak? I'm look just like every other teenager in the country. Maybe it's because I stappelled my fingers to my forehead, but I can't be sure.
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