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Anger.

Hate.

My detest for society.

Grows day by day.

Sometimes i do wish.

That humans somehow will disappear.

Living me the last person around.

Solitude.

Gives me the energy i so desire.

Crowds.

Drains my energy.

There are times.

Whereby i fantasize.

Cutting a person's head off.

Out of anger.

Pure hatred. 

There are times i am better off dead.

Than alive.

My final request?

Lock me up in an asylum ward.

Let me live my remaining life in absolute solitude.