We create the monsters that walk the streets with the wrongs of the world on their shoulders. We are the ones who have made them the beasts that so many fear. Who are we to call the nightmares and evils from another realm below us? Are we superior? No. If anything...we are just like those who we've decided to toss underneath our feet. If anything, we are the lowest of the low. How can we blame those whose education only consist of thievery and deceit if we are the ones who have made it impossible for them to learn what we think is right? Who are we? Or should I say, what are we?
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The Feelings Which Flow Through Me
RandomThe feelings that I have felt, the feelings which I buried have come bursting forth. Breaking to the surface. This is for me. This is my quick release valve.
