The Awakening Of The Unknown [Revising]

Prologue

Full Of Grammatical Error

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My path is full of darkness. A endless dark path full of thorns that makes my feet bleed into agony. Every corner have it's own beautiful flower yet full of poison.

With the step i take my feet bleed full of my emotion. Sweat runs through my body as tears flow down my face carrying the pain i always felt.

Why? What do you think is the reason?

Simple! It is because everything about me already vanished. Nothing remains than darkness full of sorrow. Every bit of my body are written with different hardship i encountered.

My kind is the very first and last of all that has been stained with a tragic past in just young age. They left me as the very last legacy not knowing how miserable i've become.

Is this my destiny? Why does it have to be too cruel to me? What have i done to deserve this?

My mind is full of question that can't be answered. I don't even know who can answer my question.

My life is just like a blank of paper. Not even a drop of ink would be seen nor i can write something to it yet i always remember what my mother always tell me.

She always tell me that people can be the most dangerous weapon. They don't need sword, gun, bomb, or a knife to kill you.

Their words, judgment, and expectation can already hurt you or worst.

It can even kill you.

They will always tell you to change yourself to be good yet they can't even change their own selves.

They will keep on babbling as if they are a perfect creation. They can even make you feel all alone into this big world.

Ironic isn't it?

It's funny to think that they will judge you without even asking theirselves if they're perfect.

There is no more beauty into this world if every bit of us keep on pulling down the others.

How i wish i can go back to the past. The past where all people doesn't criticize each other. I want to go back to the past where humanity is still alive.

Right now, the society keep changing. Every step you take they will find something to judge you. Even the dirt you step on they will have something to spit.

Do we even ask ourselves, how does our word affect the others? Does it make them happy? Does it hurt them or does it even encourage them?

That's why i always remember to be conscious when talking to other people.

Our different ways of speech could make them feel good but it can also affect them in a bad way especially those sensitive one, like me.

That's why i've become the greatest pretender of all.

I hid the real me.
I controll what they see.

Yes!
I'm good at everything.
I'm the master of all the things.

Don't be too shock.
Afterall i am the.
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