Now i really know

“…I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doin’ here? I don’t belong here. I don’t care if it hurts. I wanna have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. Whatever makes you happy. Whatever you want. You’re so very special. I wish I was special.”

“…She’s running out the door. She’s running out.”

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