Monster
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I am a monster. Monsters are supposed to be horrible. They are supposed to be mean and scary and ugly. They are supposed to want to kill. They are supposed to know what they even are. But not me. I am a monster- a killing machine. I shouldn't be alive. I am not worth life. I should die. I am not a person.
*This book was written a very long while ago. Please forgive my previous writing styles.*
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