Daemon

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~DAEMON~

I remember when I was little before my mom passed away every single day she would kiss my forehead with tears in her eyes and tell me that I was a fighter and that I could survive through anything that came my way.

I used to believe it with all my heart that I could make it through anything, but then she passed away and I didn't have the same light in me, I didn't have the same fighting spirit that she always said I got from my dad. And with all that gone, I lost everything I knew in my life.

I didn't see the point in even trying to fight. I mean what's the point in fighting if one day you won't be here anymore, what would be all that point in fighting and struggling if there's no where to go afterwards?

So when I moved in with my uncle four years ago I didn't even try to have a relationship. I mean what's the point? One day he's gonna leave me too.

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