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‎"You see that dead puppy there," he asked pointing to a dead puppy.
"Yes."
"Do you feel sorry for it?" he asked engaging her.
"Yes, I do. It is a sad sight to see."
"I don't feel it. I told you I am a psychopath. Things like apathy, love, sad or hatred do not matter to me."
"That can't be true. I have not know anyone incapable of love. Surely you must love something or someone."
"Nope, I love only myself and my thoughts, that get crazy somethings."
"There can't be any proof for that. You could be feeling sad for the puppy but not showing it."
"No I don't," he said, simply, "I did not feel anything when I killed it."

Nightmares

The dreaded night is here. I have been dreading this moment the whole day. It happens, night after night. Every night my soul is tortured beyond comprehension. Why me? I ask for a thousand times, why me? I stare at the coldness ceiling, at the monotonus motion of the fan. Still I get to arousal, no feeling. No emotion. Emotion, is a very complex term, I cannot understand it. I cannot deal with it, why can't I? Why can't I? As my footsteps move towards him, I get goosebumps. Will it happen again tonight? Will it happen like every night? He calls me, invites me in his embrace.

He satisfies everyone but why not me? Why do I dread going into towards him? Pin drop silence in the room as I approach him. A little creak as I sit on him disturbs the peace of the bedroom. I law down on him, silently, waiting for sleep to come. My bed comforts me but I am not able to sleep on him.

I close my eyes and it begins again, nightmares.

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