My shattered aching soul I came to speak of my unwanted story. I seemed friendly I was... I think, I still am right?. In this world, I still ask "who I'm I?" What do I think of evil? Is there a method of evil? Is change scary? well, In my case it is miserably frightening. I did not know it until I died. Yes, this is my spirit talking to you. So This is where it all began... __ this is an old story, I would like feedback :)