🧩 Fading 🧩

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I don't know where its gone. My humanity. Caring nature. Sense of remorse.
Its fading away, until I am almost a cold, stonehearted shell of the person I once was.

Only a tiny peice remains. The tiniest droplet of sun. I try to nurture it, make it grow. But all attempts of reviving the warmth are in vain.
The droplet's light grows dimmer, its loving warmth fading.
I've become stronger, in a cold hard way. Hatred simmers day and night against all that I encounter. Some are innocent people who have done nothing to deserve my wrath. But I don't care. They deserve to suffer like I do!

(Jeez, chill buddy)

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