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You made things okay for a while.
I think of it.
I should have my vengeance, as even If I would receive monetary compensations after HIS death, It won't mean a damn thing.
I'll play and I'll play and I'll play while I think it's fun, but when there's no more to play I'll follow through.
Like this I have nothing and I'll always have nothing but the desire to destroy the foundations to why I exist.
I only need a trigger. I've seen the potency of a trigger. And I think It can send me to do what I plan to do.
With it no longer being random(though if it happens that way I'm fine) but it being a very targetted psychological attack which I can ensue, at the cost of my... self.
Mentally I am prepared for the idea. Physically I'm still greedy. I suppose I want to see my maximum competency. Let's wait and see how it works.
This world does not care about you.
Although you may suffer in a perpetually pointless existence, and gain awareness of such condition, seek for help in comfort, pursue distraction. If you are born crooked, there is no resolvement that can push you into being one with existence. If the outcast is an outcast TO the outcast, it is the end of the line.
Every single individual is doomed If they are not genuinely loved.
To be tossed to the dogs has taught me a lot of the human nature on itself.
Like this. A future is painted.
Very clear.
The instinct to want to hurt something is not exactly simply a tell of the mind.
It's impulsive and real. And I experienced it.
All it needs is a couple of triggers and something awoke within me, and for that moment I could not really hear anything.
I felt bad then.
But now knowing this, I feel like myself again. In knowing that the weakness has not taken complete control over me.
I am free now. Free of everyone. Free of everything. Indifferent to anything that isn't my particular little self feeding loop.
Finally, I feel pride.
Though nothing will actually stop me considering the knife I notice, because I am still alive.
But finally the most of you have grown useless now that I have taken over myself, and understand that I am alone.
As long as I can become stronger, faster, more efficient, there is still something in line at the game.
Everyone comments on it.
You're so strong.
I love the feeling of it.
But I still feel weak.
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