There are so many things out there which can kill us in different ways... but now I'm not sure which one killed my soul...
Sometimes, is so hard to accept who you are… mainly when you realize that you've changed... and this is not the same kind of change experienced by everyone at some point…
Everybody wants to know who really am I… but what if I tell you and you won't understand? Nobody can… me neither.
I'm alone… but not really… I have them… or they have me… I don't know… but I'm pretty sure if they catch me… I won't be here anymore.
They want to take away from me the last thing I have… what make me different… which is…
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Born On Friday 13
HorrorEverything started on that Friday 13... They are still in search of me... But there is no hope for people like me.
