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Ongoing, First published May 28, 2018
"He made me 
He broke me
He took me
He cloaked me
In the sunshine I was
He led me into 
the darkness
Now my soul is broke
black, disheartening"
(From the Poem Written Novel of "Her, Him, and Unknown")

The world is not a safe place. Never was. Never is. Never will be. Here's why. 
There are two sides in everybody. The light and the darkness, and everyone has to choose. Some people go to the light, and some to the dark. But sometimes the other side dominates you. Takes control of your body, even when you resist it. 
Even when you choose, you have the capability of going to the other side. Everybody has the strength, they just have to find it deep inside themselves. You just have to find it in yourself. 
Just remember, the evil in this world is not born. It is created. And once it's created, well, it can only be transformed. Why is it created? How is it created? No one knows, but what we do know is that the world is full of life, and life is full of hardships. Big and small. And no matter what those hardships are, there are people to help you, if you just accept them. You always have to take the good with the bad. But some people, well...
Some people can't be heard
Some people can't be seen
Some people can't be understood
And they're perfect for each other.
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