Blade Arts
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Last published Sun, Jan 12, 2025
Is this the right path that I should've taken, is vengeance my only purpose? What would my father think if he could see me right now, what would my mother think?
Would they be proud of my actions? losing my sanity, is that really what they would've wanted for me? Would they want me to carry such a heavy burden?
It's so difficult, the anger welling up inside me is too much for me to handle, too much for my mind to hold.. is violence the only answer? No.. but it's the easiest. I know I know. I'm weak, but... it's far too difficult to hold.
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