I wish he never came along. If he didn't I might've had a chance at happiness. My fears wouldn't control me. My hands and neck wouldn't be painted black with insecurity. I could have been normal. But he deprived me of that chance. Deprived me of life. I would never be happy and it was his fault. But yet I let him do it to me, I didn't realize he was killing me. And killing everyone around me in the process. I didn't realize Blurryface was my fear, my enemy. And now I'm gone because of him. But I took him down in the process. I may not have had happiness, but now I have peace.
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The Heathen
Fanfictionheath·enˈhēT͟Hən/nounderogatory1.a person who does not belong to a widely held religion (especially one who is not a Christian, Jew, or Muslim) as regarded by those who do.synonyms:, , , , , , , , , ; archaic"the evangelist preached to the heathens"...
