The Psycho is what I am madly in love, to zero, so I lost sight of myself and my needs. The Psychopath is because of what I have found my self-esteem under the soles of shoes, after four years. The psychopath is by millemila claims and without obligation. The Psycho is what has always felt that was not worth anything, and I'd be lost without him. The Psycho is what does not apologize, because he is a man. The Psycho is what hit me publicly, and then blamed those who were present at being left behind. The Psycho is that when I left I started to breathe. The Psycho is that since I left it felt is nothing without me, she loves me, and I'm the best, the love of his life. The Psycho is that I suck, but loves me. The Psycho is what I am next to the traffic light by accident. The Psychopath's what I think I love him again, and day and night I think of him. The Psycho is what I love so much that experience every day new ways to cover up shit. The Psycho is what threatens me because I did not think of wear a chastity belt and throw away the key, since I'm single. The psychopath is what I do not let even the good memories. The psychopath is which I never meant to say "Who the fuck did I do?", And which now, unfortunately, I can not help but say.
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