Past Problems(Urban Fiction)

Past Problems(Urban Fiction)

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Is it possible to go through life without past problems creeping its way in, ignoring any and everything you got going on for yourself in the present?
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~TOUCH HER AND SHE'LL KILL YOU~ They say the worst pain is losing someone. They're wrong. The real pain is knowing everything - every lie in a smile, every betrayal wrapped in love, every truth people try to bury. I see it all. I understand everyone... except myself. People look at me and see elegance, confidence, sharp intelligence. What they don't see is the silence I live in - a silence so loud it drowns my heartbeat. I used to think someone might come for me one day. Someone who wouldn't fear my mind or my power. Someone who would stay. But that kind of hope died when my parents did. Now I exist for one thing - revenge. No love. No attachments. No weakness. I don't need anyone. At least, that's the story I tell myself. - RAVEN ~~~ People fear heartbreak, betrayal, death. But you know what I fear? A life with no direction - drifting in an endless sea where strength means nothing. Everyone believes I'm the strongest man alive. The truth? Even mountains crumble if they stand alone too long. I've won wars, built empires, crushed enemies. But none of it fills the emptiness gnawing inside me. I move. I breathe. I survive. But I don't live. Some nights, I think what I really need isn't power... but a reason. A gravity strong enough to pull me out of the ocean I'm sinking in. A person who sees me - not the monster the world bows to. Until then, I drift. Silent, controlled, starving for something I'll never admit I want. - ARES

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