Even with my dying sight. ......M͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽ d̵̨͇̗̰̭̱̘͊͝ͅe̷̊̄̓ͅa̴̧͚̗̿̀̀́̕d̷̼̭̫̰͖͉̙͙̲̃̍̄͒̃̈́͐͘͘l̷̤̲̹̒̎̆̈́̈͝y̷̤͑̓̔̑͋̓͘̚͝ ͓̽v͓̽i͓̽s͓̽i͓̽o͓̽n͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽t͓̽i͓̽l͓̽l͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽...... [Scroll for story] Why. Why can't you just love me like I want to love you. I've sat in the corner with nothing but my lonely shadow that looms over me like a slave for years. What makes me seem so threatening, so different? I am human, I have the form of one, the five senses of one, except my angels and devils are my physical friends. How does that make me so different? One thing that differs from the rest and I am seen a monster. My tears have woven stains on my cheeks over and over. Every time my tears flow I cut a strand of hair up to my shoulders to keep track of how many times I fall into my depression, I've cut so much I have nothing that trails below my waist left except for two strands. Two long strands I don't want to see shorten, but happiness is fleeting. I've been too scared to look one in the eye that I've hidden mine for so long in the dark, my pupils have just expanded into large black pits. How can I keep loving when others shan't want to return the same favour? If I cannot earn love then I'll just have to oppose it. The word, 'creature', 'monster' or 'wretch' is what escapes their lips at first encounter, but walk through my paths again and they'll be sorry. Very, very s̵͎̙̘̒͒̀̾̾̿̓o̸̱̯̬̠̹̠̻̔́͛̊r̸̤̹̟̺̝͛̓̄͛ŗ̶̛͈͎̯̖͔͂̉̿̍̀̕͝y̵͍̗͆͊͋̅͒̀̓́̅͜͝.̸̛̗̗͖̾͆̏́̔́̍͗̈́̔͗̕͠
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