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Listening to your voice, that alone sometimes brings up my rage. evil Such dark thoughts freely move about my skull, I listen to them and hear their pleas. To kill you, slit your throat, bash your head in, and in many other brutal acts, kill you. I hate those thoughts, they are my inner demons, my angered, demonic half that seeks your blood. Sometimes I see myself laughing while I kill you twisted , realizing later that would only sadden me crying . I love you, your my father and no matter how much you've angered me, I love you heart .