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I don't really have a name. I never got one. Simple as that. I don't even know if I have parents or not. Your supposed to have parents to have a name right? Otherwise, what kind of parent doesn't give their child, their own baby, a name? It's hard not having a name. That's a question people ask you all the time. "What's your name, what's your name?". Whenever they do, I just stare at them and walk away. I hear that some kids never got a name. People were just too rude not to give them one. Parents were rude enough, or they weren't there to give their kid a name. Fortunately, people had the kindness to give me a name. The Psycho . That's my name. Names reflect on how people, or your parents, see you as. People see me as a psycho. A mindless girl. I'm not mindless. I have a mind, a brain. See, if you tap on my head, there are no echoes. Something is in there. I don't have a hollow head. I have a head with a mind, a brain. -psycho (2015)
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