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BEHIND THE MASK
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    Durée 3h 51m
  • WpView
    LECTURES 478
  • WpVote
    Votes 24
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 22
  • WpHistory
    Durée 3h 51m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement août 21, 2015
Who am I?  I am just a Hoodlum, a nobody, someone who knows nothing about myself, my family or anything of the sought. The only thing I remember my teacher told me was that, I was born under the agony knife which I can't really fathom. I think I will be able to understand when I see my master again. I was train to live two lives, I live my life as a complete weakling in high school. Brilliant, I was not left out of, I am brilliant in academics because my whole life was lonely and I spend most of my time studying or training. I lived far away from town with my teacher till I turned sixteen when my teacher vanished without any warning, till then I live alone. My second life was the night, which you will find out more reading the story.
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The Gift of Gulit

22 chapitres Terminé

Who am I? A murderer, a mistake, a fucking disgrace. I killed them both and it was all of my fault. The guilt is eating me alive. My thoughts are controlling my every move, every sleepless night, and every day of my life is lived in paranoia of hurting the people I love. But now I have no one except my brother, other than that it's just me. Me and my fucked up thoughts and my haunting nightmares that etch their way into my mind day and night eating me alive, leaving me with the endless gift I keep receiving. That gift, it's the gift of guilt, and I'm drowning in it.