They think I'm some sort of monster, a demon, or Satan itself.
Some think I'm God, a blessing, or gifted.
however no matter how hard i try, I can't help but hurt people... It's the only way I can survive.I have to stop this madness. Who ever tries to stop me.....pays the consequence.
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"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs.
Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says:
-Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."