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July 3rd, 2022
Steel walls.
Steel heart.
No one who has a heart could treat us this way. Could treat people this way. We are people.
We are still people. People with hearts, we have hearts. Beating hearts. We are alive, we are still alive.
Sometimes I wondered if it would be better if we weren't alive. If I wasn't.
Nothing could forgive the sharp blows, the spiteful words, the cruel curse. We are cursed. Cursed since we were babies. Just innocent babies with an evil curse.
To them we weren't. We weren't innocent. We were monsters. Monsters who have no hearts, monsters who lust for blood, monsters who crave violence.
That's not who I was, that's not who I am. Atleast, not who I want to be.
I am a monster. Not because of the curse. Not because of evil deep inside of me. And no, not because I am just a monster.
They made me into a monster. I thirst for blood because of them. They made me this way. They made all of us this way and yet hate me for being this way. This wasn't my choice, this wasn't my fault. How was I supposed to know what to do? How was I supposed to know how to use the cards from the deck that I've been dealt?
I was twelve. I was young. I was a child. Not a monster, a child. But to them, I was just a monster.
A monster.
A monster not yet old enough to kill, but a monster alive enough to grow. Grow into something that will. Something that will kill. Kill anyone and everyone. No biases, no nothing.
Kill everyone.
And kill everyone I have. I have grown. Four whole years in this shithole.
At least I tried. Or it tried. The monster within.
The Monster Within
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