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  • Artist Info: When I was born I did surely scorn my proud parents name. Soon our lives when down the drain. I drove them insane. My birth was a curse. I bit the nurse. Oh, but I love the worst! I deserve to be slowly submersed, dried out, then laid in a hearse.<br />
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    When I was two I poured super glue into my father's hair as he sat unaware in his arm chair. Much to his dismay, he had to cut it all away. Oh, but it felt great! I deserve to be cut and filleted, then tossed about in disarray until the pieces melt away.<br />
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    When I was four I'd wait by the door with a knife in my hand and a most devious plan. It would be quite grand as the mail fell through the slot... the sharp edge he got... Oh, but I love the thought! I deserve to be tied in a knot - broken bones and blood clots.<br />
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    When I was six I used to trick the next door neighbor's son. In the woods we would run. Time for fun! Hide and seek has a cost. He would be forever lost. Oh, but I love to scoff! I deserve to have my head lopped off, hidden, then covered in moss until this memory's forgot.<br />
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    When I was eight I used to hate the colour of my house. So as quiet as a mouse, I burnt it down to the ground when no one was around. Oh, but I love the sound! I deserve to be quickly put down, rotting six feet underground.<br />
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    When I was ten I used to pretend to drown in the sea until they'd come and rescue me. Then I'd proceed to laugh in their face. Such a disgrace! Oh, but I love the taste! I deserve to have my brains displaced all over the fireplace until this life has been erased.<br />
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    When I was twelve I used to delve into evil schemes just to illicit screams. To boost my self esteem, I'd push my sister down a well. She just fell. Oh, but I love to dwell! I deserve to roast deep down in Hell where no one can hear me yell.<br />
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    When I was fourteen nothing much happened... Well... There was that one time....<br />
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    When I was sixteen life was frightening. My brother was quite dull. So with laughter in my skull, I pushed him in a hole and then buried him alive. He barely survived. Oh, but I love the cries! I deserve to be battered and fried in an electric chair that's set on high.<br />
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    Now that I am eighteen I still hate things from this padded cell I call my home. No friends. No phone. No life to call my own. Here I will lie until the very day I die, until my blood begins to dry, and I return to the darkness from whence I came. <br />
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    I am not a bad girl, even though I do bad things... Very bad things... Such horrible things... But it's not quite what it seems. I'm not quite what I seem. <br />
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    Aww hell... <br />
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    I'm exactly what I seem.<br />
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