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"I am not a monster!"
I roar in their faces.
There's blood on their minds...
... I know, cos I can taste it.
"I can defend myself.
Mum didn't raise a dickhead.
You think I'm scary now?"
I haven't even lost my shit yet.
Saturday 4th September 2021 4:03 am
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