Lost (on hold)
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Last published Fri, May 5, 2017
"please, stay back!" I yelled putting my hands in front of me " I'm a monster, just like my father..."
"every single time I try to be less like him, I just go back to the monster I really am...I don't want to hurt anyone anymore...I can't handle it...I can't...I can't...I just can't..." I dug my hands to the side of my head and through my hair. Why. Why did it have to be me, why does this have to happen "I just wanted a normal life, like everyone else..."
I started to sob uncontrollably, then, just then, something crashed on my lips
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