𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘, 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗬.
━━ To write is to pour one's soul into paper by means of ink. Or in modern cases, by means of a keyboard. Nonetheless, it is through writi...
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what has this mere human like me come to be, a monster?
for many years i was afraid and i have guessed that the only way for the fear to end is to be feared
in order for them to not notice even the slightest hint of a flaw i vowed to never let them see my weak side because if they did they would make fun of me
truth be told that once there was a time i feared monsters unbeknownst that soon enough i will become one because to overcome fear you have to be fear itself
no one would really understand me and damn right, i know i know it all too well and i accept my fate my silly fate who says that the only companion i'll ever have
