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Lost (on hold)

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Parts 17
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"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 lipsAll Rights Reserved

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The Way We Used to Be by TVDfanforInfinity

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Cold Hands and a Warm Heart by RoseLanger

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