(For some audience this will be "absurd or rotten and maybe cruel")
Maybe I am an "oxygen thief"
Or better, I want to be one...
I'll explain, when you are an oxygen thief you are taking away from others, no one takes away from you, you can see all their faces and broken inner suffocated emotions in their eyes.
Know how people work and how to manipulate them until they fall in love with the person that is going to kill them.
(kill the emotions I mean)
You take away their feeling of wanting to do their hobby's and the things they love the most, you take away their "oxygen".
Without oxygen people will die eventually but no one rests for long, and the feeling of killing their souls instead of people or myself hurting mine, is unspeakable and unpleasant satisfactory.
I respect oxygen thieves because maybe they once felt the same way as I do but became one. Or maybe they were just born broken and wanted to do something more interesting to people in this world.
And who knows...maybe some of them didn't lose only their souls.
- P.R.A
(Inspire in the diary oxygen thief by: anonymous)
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