Something was taken from me. Well, that doesn't really cover it. Everything I loved was taken from me. Everyone. And I was left only with people around me who saw me as a tool. Who I ended up obeying simply because I had nothing else.
I was alone for years. I had nothing. But I remembered something. That there was someone to blame for what I'd lost. That there was someone who deserved to suffer for it.
It was all I had left. So I poured myself into my anger and my hatred for that person. And you want to know something interesting?
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I was alone for years. I had nothing. But I remembered something. That there was someone to blame for what I'd lost. That there was someone who deserved to suffer for it.
It was all I had left. So I poured myself into my anger and my hatred for that person. And you want to know something interesting?