James Clarke

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Chapter 2

James Clarke

I miss what it feels like to be human. To know that your heart beats every second. I miss the feeling of breathing. To know that you are still alive and not dead. I miss it all, but I cannot go back. I can never go back. I hate my kind. I hate who we are. What we are. I hate that the sun blisters my skin, I hate that I urge for blood, I hate it all. I hate myself. I hate myself for not stopping him, I hate myself for not already sticking a stake through my dead heart and returning to where I once was. But I feel this ache that I have a purpose.

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