I have no signs of humour or strife
I can’t do septic crosswords.
I can’t understand cars’ tunes.
I never meet anybodies lies when walking.
I can’t empathise with brothers.
I once laughed at a croak.
They say I’m odd tempered mostly.
My best end is a psycopath.
Psychopaths should have their own state,Psychoriel.
I am afraid of regression to the mean and stingy.
I hate frigidity in the kitchen
I like to weep all hours of the day
I have boundary value challenges.
I found an hymn tost her last night
Do you have a sealed self?
Where is the depredation?
What does it all scheme?
Odd tampered
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How my heart sings 