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Weakling.

Leech.

Imbecile.

Good for nothing garbage.

Why do you always leech off people.

You act all strong and mighty but truly you are weak and pitiful.

You need somebody to take care of you.

But nobody will do that.

They would rather be eaten by maggots slowly, than take care of something that is unbearable to be with.

You have that rare ability to turn good people into heartless monsters.

I was amazed by how good you are with that skill of yours.

Look at me.

I could have sold my soul to the evil just to get away from you.

Without exerting too much effort, without prior planning, without breaking a sweat, you do all that and more.

You ruin a person with that weakling image of yours.

You lure people by acting  so weak and you'd grab onto anyone who's fool enough to help you.

I should have been smarter.

The moment I saw a chance of escaping you, I should have bolted.

Now, all I can do is wait for my death.

Praying, hoping that one day, a willing soul will be sacrificed and take my place.

Just a little more.

Just a little more patience.

If next year, that sacrifice would not come.

I'd make one for myself.

I'd sell my soul to whoever can make you go cease to exist in my life.

No reincarnation for me if it means to still live with you.

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