Love story "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...
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