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Amnesty
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What I desire most is freedom. The type of freedom one receives as a child. No responsibilities, no chores, no work and no parental expectations. Surely you understand how I feel. From childhood memories, I do not remember much. That is not because I’ve been brainwashed, it’s just what is there to forget. Growing up as the only child of Thanatos, sitting down, either studying or listening politics was an accustomed day of life. You may ask how these doings are of any means of being free. And that is because you don’t know my life now. Since there is no male inheritance for Thanatos, I am the only one to be next in line. With this I inherit his wealth, but also to my dismay his status as a sub-dictatorial leader. I am next.  
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I gave everything really gave everything. But what did come out? Accusations! Supposedly I'm the traitor. Always smile always friendly, get as many contacts as possible be like a sponge that sucks up any sadness. But in the end it didn't help. Everyone believed it and not me. Throughout my childhood, books were my friends. Since I could hold a pen, I've been painting. Since I was able to form my first words, I have been writing. That was what my passion was. But now I'm being accused because of it. Society took away everything and left me with pen and paper and now it took that also away. I was accused of being a traitor because if my beloved analyses about heroes. And I had so many people who could stand by me, who had evidence that. But in the end they turned their backs on me just to have fun watching me suffer. What if I turn the tables? You want a villain you get one. Not that it was somehow my will but I accept what I get. A trait I had to learn because I was quirkless I can't afford to say anything against it. The time we parted dear fiends is because I was a villain in your eyes now we meat when I am a villain in my eyes.

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