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What are you doing back here?



... My hands are made of mistakes. There is no way to recover from this, why must I keep trying? Something about me isn't right. I do wonder what it is...

As a child, you become what you see. If your father is angry and violent you grow up into someone just as angry and violent. If your mother is manipulative and guilt trips you then you'll learn how to do the same. I guess maybe that is what's not right with me.

The wind grew more furious, I'm shivering and wrapping my thin sweater tighter, but I don't want to return to that house. I broke the cup. My clammy hands had dropped the cup. I would get it when I returned...

Do you regret staying yet?

Are you the only one here?

Will you miss me?

I understand if you don't.

I leaned back against the tree near the grave. I'm tired, would it be okay if I rest?

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I told you I was going to rest. Why are you still here?

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You're right. I was lying. But you need to leave, please. I ruin everything I touch, I'll ruin you too. Fine. You can stay.

You know I met evil when I was only a child. I hate this house, I hate these people. I'd kill them if I could. Is that okay?

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Maybe i'll kill myself instead.

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I'm sorry, am I scaring you? I don't believe in humanity anymore. Maybe it would be better if we were all robots. I wish I wasn't sentient.

Something doesn't feel right. Is someone watching me?

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I need to go.