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- Xinyi Sāˆžn.
- Chachi Gonzales.
- Indie. Post-hardcore.
- Stretched ears. Piercings. Tattoos.
- Skate. Surf.

There is nothing in this world that can be trusted. Because that's how my mind works. I just think the worst about everything. I wish I could say beautiful words. But I can't. And being human means being alone. I couldn't say who I am, I don't have the slightest idea. Evil start to look so alluring because goodness began to look boring. I am attracted to tragic characters. Destroying everything seems like the best option. Eradicate impure things such as life from this universe. I want to kill everybody in the world. I'll like you. If you put up with my bullshit. I have no interest in ordinary humans. I'm not Jesus, I will not forgive. Monsters exist, they live inside ordinary people and sometimes, they win. Time drives me crazy, the way it continues to pass me by while I stand still and watch. My heart screams a horrifying sound like a hundred crippled horses lying crumpled on the ground begging for a rifle to come and put them down. I eat sunshine for breakfast, glitter for lunch, and souls for dinner. I will pull out your intestines and wear them as a scarf. We have many weaknesses. We feel too much. We die.

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