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Some say that after a few actions, namely horrid ones, you are the 'bad guy'. The evildoer.. the MONSTER.
And yet, those themselves of whom label others as the horrific creatures are sometimes that exact description. Vile, horrible, grotesque, unpleasant, and anything else in relation to those words. So.. why..?
Tell me why.. tell me why everything that I love is taken away from me..
WhEn i HaVe dOnE NoThInG wRoNg.
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