Why Am I Here? I am lost

Why Am I Here? I am lost

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BEFORE YOU READ!!! This is a dark and gloomy, psychological twist on your usual 'Detective' kind of story. A destructive mind, with broken pieces in search of amending. Why am I here? I am lost. The Diary entries of a man named Sebastian Wonders. A detective who jots down his experiences of day to day occurrences, in life and on the job We delve into his own mind and heart. Trying to find and restore the shattered pieces of who he once was. Tackling abnormal experiences with everyday sounds and surroundings. A trip, to the inside of his mind. The struggle of reality. Hope. Fear. Confusion. Bliss. Trust. Heartbreak. A lost soul. Trying to find the place called home. In search... of peace. For justice. A search for himself, as well as others... Who he is as a person, and maybe his purpose in this world as well. -It's wise to think with logic, But what happens when the logic is scrambled and the safety filter for perception is gone? How is Sebastian feeling? What is he thinking? Let's find out.
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"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."

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